In the words of Seamus Heaney, great poetry can ‘Catch the heart off guard and blow it open’. This beautifully illustrated collection contains the greatest poems from the greatest Irish poets, including Jonathan Swift, Thomas Moore, Oscar Wilde, WB Yeats, James Joyce, Patrick Kavanagh and Seamus Heaney. Discover classic works such as My Dark Rosaleen and The Ballad of Reading Gaol alongside more modern pieces such as Postscript, He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, Epic and The Planter’s Daughter.
This was a cute little volume of Irish poetry organized chronologically. Each poem was accompanied by a color illustration, a classic painting. I think it was very well organized and presented in a way that truly introduces a novice (me) to the topic of Irish poetry. I loved this book! I bookmarked many poems I liked and found many interesting paintings I hadn't known before, as well.
Some of its poetry felt extremely random to me. However, I did like getting to know a bit more about irish poetry, as if this book were a glimpse of what their past poetry was like. I think this may be enjoyed by someone more familiar with Ireland's history.
(Short general review) I got this a while ago. I've been reading it steadily or whenever I'm feeling like poetry. The book is a good size to just hold in the hand, and the pictures included with the poetry are beautiful. Love the poems, of course. Mind that they are not all heart-warming (if that's what you are looking for). Many of them deal with issues relating to the identity and formation of Ireland, and therefore can be a bit bleak, but if you don't mind that (I certainly don't), then this is a good book for you.
"When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars."
This book was gifted to me by a friend that recently visited Ireland. As much as I love poetry, I don’t think I can ever give a poetry book more than three stars (unless it’s by Lana del Rey). As beautiful as the poetry was, when reading poem after poem after poem, you begin to start becoming bored. Within the book, there was beautiful art accompanying (almost all of) the poems. I am a fan of Oscar Wilde and was pleasantly surprised by seeing his name.
Summary: an illustrated selection of Irish poetry.