I have read a lot of Irish literature, granted mostly the classics and the yet-to-be-completely Canonical women (wait for my book), but the favorite surprise of my literary life is a toss-up between Mahon's sheer genius, "A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford," and Michael Longley's "Pipistrelle". In the grand tradition of continuing my Irish male poets as potentates metaphor, Mahon is a Harp, light, quick and satisfying. His poems are lyrical and richly allusive without being heavy-handed, and he always has the most interesting epigrams and dedications. The whole collection is replete with keepers.