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With this new volume, Mary Dorcey has become a necessary poetic voice. We have always looked to her to give witness to love among women but increasingly, she is needed for her unflinching cartography of old age; the shape-shifting relationships between aging parents, voyaging towards decline and death, and the children who care for them: 'This commonplace and /unreported suffering.' In a sustained meditation, Dorcey follows a mother's slow movement towards old age and loss of memory: Ôthe erosion by stealth, of culture/and past.' With remarkable control she maps the moving shoreline between joy and pain, and resolves to: 'put it to service/grist to the mill/for your sake/for mine.' This poetry is, above all, a celebration of the power of memory in the face of its destruction. An act of reparation, by which Dorcey seeks to restore the past through a lyrical celebration of it.: 'eyes that caught/the light in such a way/ a sudden trick of shadow/seemed to unveil/ a window to the heart.' In a language, at once, elegant and sensual, these are poems of a rare emotional depth, exacting and profoundly moving, from a poet reaching her true authority.
"It is her style that ravishes. She writes in English but her language has the starkness and sensuality of her great compatriots who wrote in Irish. Her meandering repetitions give a liturgical flavour to her love poems (and most of these poems, even when about loss, are love poems) that is appropriate to Dorcey's pagan sense of the sacramentality of sex." Patricia Monaghan, Booklist
"One of Ireland's most accomplished short story writers, Dorcey has produced work, which is one of the few examples of gay love explored in Irish poetry." Waterstone's Guide to Irish Books