Do our passions control us or us them? These poems find themselves asking such questions in hospitals, in cellars, in Parisian parks and American laundromats, inside our screens and beyond them. Poems of blood and birdsong, of rain and desire, of aftermath and ambivalence, each spoken by a voice, which - like the starlings - sings, at once, both past and present. "Looking into the dark sky of history, Doireann Ní Ghríofa calls up an illuminating fire, a night constellated into images of passion and destruction. An astrologer of the body, its endurance and its vulnerability, Ní Ghríofa is a poet of daring skill. Lyrical, searching and enchanted, To Star the Dark is a blazing, brave collection." - Seán Hewitt "Like [Eavan] Boland, Ní Ghríofa constructs a mysterious world for her readers from the matter of ordinary life. The poems of this collection impress upon us that magic and depth can be found in the minutiae of the everyday." - Poetry Ireland Review, on Lies
Doireann Ní Ghríofa Pořadí knih





- 2021
- 2020
Přízrak v hrdle
- 280 stránek
- 10 hodin čtení
Prozaický debut irské básnířky splétá příběhy dvou žen, žijících ve stejné krajině v různých dobách. V 18. století najde šlechtična tělo svého zavražděného manžela, v zoufalství loká z dlaní jeho krev a složí neobyčejnou báseň. Dnešní mladá matka v té básni nachází ozvěny vlastního života a zcela propadne touze dopátrat se pravdy o záhadném osudu její autorky. Fascinující a nadčasový příběh o tom, jak je možné najít svůj hlas tím, že osvobodíte hlas toho druhého.
- 2018
"Poems in Irish with English translations by the author" --front cover
- 2015
Clasp
- 74 stránek
- 3 hodiny čtení
Clasp is award-winning poet Doireann Ní Ghríofa’s first English-language collection of poems. In three sections entitled ‘Clasp’, ‘Cleave’ and ‘Clench’, Ní Ghríofa engages in a strikingly physical way with the world of her subject matter. The result is by times what one poem calls ‘A History in Hearts’, among other things an intimate exploration of love, childbirth and motherhood, and simultaneously a place of separation and anxiety. In one poem set in the boys’ home in Letterfrack, a place of undeniable terror, we see how, in the name of religion, “The earth holds small skulls like seeds”.