Poems by Eavan Boland
Once by Eavan Boland
August 31, 2022
"I do not want us to be immortal or unlucky. / To listen for our own death in the distance."
Anorexic by Eavan Boland
January 5, 2012
Been feeling hungry today. Having an argument with myself about weight, which turned into a full-blown discussion about what is beauty, what is important, and my capability to still feel and think about these things, which surprised me. For some […]
Atlantis — A Lost Sonnet by Eavan Boland
November 1, 2011
Hello, November. Atlantis — A Lost Sonnet Eavan Boland How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades, not to mention vehicles and animals—had all one fine day gone under? I mean, I […]
What Language Did by Eavan Boland
December 28, 2010
"We cannot sweat here. Our skin is icy. / We cannot breed here. Our wombs are empty. / Help us to escape youth and beauty." — Eavan Boland
Quarantine by Eavan Boland
October 5, 2010
“But her feet were held against his breastbone. / The last heat of his flesh was his last gift to her.” — Eavan Boland
This Moment by Eavan Boland
December 11, 2005
“A woman leans down to catch a child / who has run into her arms / this moment.” — Eavan Boland





