John O'Donohue won hundreds of thousands of admirers with his now classic work on Celtic spirituality, Anam Cara . Just as To Bless the Space Between Us was being published, he died suddenly at the age of fifty-two. His powerfully wise and lyrical voice is profoundly missed, but his many readers are now given a special opportunity to revisit John in his first book, a collection of poetry. O'Donohue's readers know him as both a spiritual guide and a poet. In the same spirit as his bestselling works, readers will be inspired yet again by John's depth of wisdom and artistry.
John O'Donohue, Ph.D., was born in County Clare in 1956. He spoke Irish as his native language and lived in a remote cottage in the west of Ireland until his untimely death in January 2008. A highly respected poet and philosopher, he lectured throughout Europe and America and wrote a number of popular books, including Anam Cara and To Bless the Space Between Us.
A book of lovely poems. You can almost hear his Irish accent. The poem "Beannacht" alone is worth reading this collection. It means "blessing" in Gallic. Here is the poem:
Beannacht by John O'Donohue
On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble, May the clay dance To balance you.
And when your eyes Freeze behind The grey window And the ghost of loss Gets into you, May a flock of colours, Indigo, red, green And azure blue, Come to awaken in you A meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays In the currach of thought And a stain of ocean Blackens beneath you, May there come across the waters A path of yellow moonlight To bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours, May the clarity of light be yours, May the fluency of the ocean be yours, May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow Wind work these words Of love around you, An invisible cloak To mind your life.
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Four and a half stars. Love the cover of this book. It sets the tone for the gently lyrical poetry within filled with images that feed the heart and the mind. My one regret is I had not read any of this poet's work earlier but I will be looking out for more of his to read. As for this book it will be one that I know I will come back to time and time again. I enjoyed the poems but did prefer his free verse to the rhyming poems but all are worth reading. In poetry workshops I remember a well know Aussie poet suggesting not to use too many genitive phrases, eg 'glaze of pools,' 'smother of bog,' just to name two. This poet uses them freely and yet somehow it never bothered me. Maybe because they were so visual.
I love how in John O'Donohues work the 'self' and nature are so inextricably linked, so beautiful 💙
"Something startled clay alive inside you to show how roots squeeze earth to hold trees down, how the water dreams to assemble a stream, how layers of air breathe off crests of wave and a skin of green holds a mountain in."
Enjoyable...somewhere between 3-4 stars for me. Not as engaging as I expected, and he muddles around a bit in this text in ways that I don't think would be clear to everyone. Loved how he tied so many different ideas together...I feel like this book was seeping through the cracks while he was writing other pieces.
Perhaps the poem "Expectation" is this collection's most complete poem. O'Donohue is at his best when he is at a remove--observing, longing. Scenes and landscapes remembered from a distance seem to give him the space he needs to see a whole poem through.
As always, John O’donohue’s poems are spiritual and uplifting: “I think of you, the torture of the last year, the trembling, no sleep, the change in life turning your soul into a refugee, with tears I take the nail of pain away and promise my shoulder beneath your cross.”
This book is divided into four sections: Air Holds Echo, Hungers of Distance, Clay Holds Memory, and Icons of Live. The ninety-three pages held many rich symbols. Poems such as this author’s can be a fun way to read and reflect.
Read Echoes of Memory after reading John O’Donohue introduction to Celtic Spirituality in his book Anam Cara last fall. I found myself rereading each poem multiple times to truly appreciate O’Donohue’s dense and rich language, emotion and thought.
Echoes of Memory ~ Irish philosopher, John O’Donohue’s first published book was one of poetry. Artistic word crafting seems to be his forte with this work being a beautiful introduction. Ninety one entries divided into four sections, each beginning with an introductory quote of another writer. Gaelic and English flow seamlessly in O’Donohue’s writing, sometimes interpreted, other times not. Descriptive depths of his familiarity with Ireland’s Conamara countryside, Celtic spirituality, tiding sea, cottage firesides, relationships, all creatively expressed through O’Donohue’s perspectives.
This volume contains the well known ‘Beannacht’ dedicated simply ‘for Josie, my mother’
“...May the nourishment of the earth be yours, may the clarity of light be yours, may the fluency of the ocean be yours, ...And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you, an invisible cloak to mind your life.” For your enjoyment, a beautiful recitation of this poetic blessing, enhanced with the lovely Irish accents of the author himself, is available on youtube.
Echoes of Memory is a powerfully evocative collection from John O'Donohue, author of the beautiful Anam Cara, and master poet and philosopher who sadly passed away on January 4, 2008 at age 52. This collection is exquisitely balanced between the themes of landscape, the mystery of being, death, grief, love, seasons and the forces of nature. The poems are in four sections: Air Holds Echo, Hungers of Distance, Clay Holds Memory and Icons of Love. The words engage with such potency that you are taken to another level of reading, a mysterious and rewarding one that is not necessary to categorize...
"Somewhere inside the wings of the heart make their own skies."
I will never not be saddened by the fact that I’m never going to get to read John O'Donohue’s work for the first time. I only have a few books left to read by him, one of the greatest philosophers and poets I have ever had the pleasure to experience. He is one of a kind, and I am very lucky to have been effected by his words. He has helped me understand a lot about myself, and this book was no exception.
Very Irish/Celtic in tone, this was John O'Donohue's first published work. It is a tad on the dark side with frequent mention of death. O'Donohue is a spiritual guide and poet, but suspect his later works are more apt to please readers.