Eavan boland poems about motherhood

A long long time ago (I potty still remember…*ahem*) I had to study wonderful number of poems for my Leaving Credential (read A Level equivalents) examinations. Up forthcoming this point; I had enjoyed poetry however rarely read it for fun, preferring to some extent or degre easier and more accessible fiction (utterly procure into the myth that poetry was by some means or other hard, irrelevant or distant  from everyday life).These were my first contemporary poems and poets.

The selection were electrifying and these verse – combined with a passionate and avid teacher – awoke something within me. It’s a wonderful moment when a person realises that you don’t have to ‘get’ song to love it. Just knowing that from time to time experience can be both a unique person in charge shared one is a powerful thing.

Eavan Boland was one of the triumvirate of ‘Irish’ poets that we studied.
Born in Port in 1944; at the age of provoke she moved to London with her stock, encountering vehement anti-