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Paula Meehan

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Paula Meehan


Born
in Dublin, Ireland
January 01, 1955

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Meehan studied at University College, Dublin and Eastern Washington University in Spokane, Washington.

She has been awarded The Martin Toonder Award (1995), The Butler Literary Award (1998), and the Denis Devlin Award (2002) for her work.

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Mysteries of the Home

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Dharmakaya

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Pillow Talk

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Eavan Boland: A Poet's Dublin

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Geomantic

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As If By Magic: Selected Poems

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Ten Ten Poems from Ireland:...

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The Solace of Artemis

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“Ashes

The tide comes in; the tide goes out again
washing the beach clear of what the storm
dumped. Where there were rocks, today there is sand;
where sand yesterday, now uncovered rocks.

So I think on where her mortal remains
might reach landfall in their transmuted forms,
a year now since I cast them from my hand
—wanting to stop the inexorable clock.

She who died by her own hand cannot know
the simple love I have for what she left
behind. I could not save her. I could not
even try. I watch the way the wind blows
life into slack sail: the stress of warp against weft
lifts the stalling craft, pushes it on out.”
Paula Meehan

“These hands hold nothing. They love most what is wild. They invite no pity”
Paula Meehan



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