Madwoman

These wonderful poems open a world of sensation and memory. But it is a world revealed by language, never just controlled. The voice that guides the action here is openhearted and open-minded—a lyric presence that never deserts the subject or the reader. Syntax, craft and cadence add to the gathering music from poem to poem with—to use a beautiful phrase from the book, ’each note tethering sound to meaning.’ —Eavan Boland

Haunting, alarming, transformative, and elusive, these poems bridge together the gaps between development stages: from girl, to woman, and then mother. With the complexities that intertwine them, can you be all three at once? Who shapes our identity, and who is in control here? How do we recognize, acknowledge, and honor the changing of who we are?

Little Soul

Little soul—kind, wandering—
body’s host and guest,

look how you’ve lowered yourself,
moving in a world of ice,

washed of colour. My girl,
what compelled you once

is no more.