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Selected Poems


Vona Groarke

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Vona Groarke’s Shale (1994) announced a richly gifted poet. Selected Poems draws on that first collection and five books since which, between them, have received several awards: two have been Recommendations of the Poetry Book Society.

Noted as ‘adroit, precise and intellectually daring’ (Warwick Review), her poems are also haunting and candidly sensual. In a talk at the Irish Arts Center in New York Nick Laird extolled a voice ‘always modulated beautifully, assured and daring, often wry, (that) in the end keeps faith with the world’.

Her work has been recognized as one of Irish poetry’s ‘most consistently satisfying voices’ (Agenda) and ‘among the best Irish poets writing today’ (Poetry Ireland Review).

Selected Poems presents more than twenty years’ work by one of the finest poets of her generation.


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Groarke’s images appear to embody an intuitive knowledge of the unconscious, while her lyric language, with its particular powers of inflection, expresses a subtle intellectual discrimination. Fuse these with her remarkably consistent tone and you have the embodiment of her powers as a poet.

— Aifric McGlinchey, Dublin Review of Books

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Vona Groarke’s Selected Poems comprises work from six full collections, beginning with Shale (1994) and ending with her most recent collection from the Gallery Press, 2014’s X.

Any selected poems offers the opportunity to trace the development of a poet through successive books, or more precisely, the poet’s own perception of their development. Groarke’s poetry has always been a singularly gorgeous one, and this volume follows the arc of that highly sensuous, highly attuned voice through its various incarnations. Shale was an auspicious debut, its poems replete with erotic, lucid, incantatory power, full of elemental images, whose rhythms haunt the mind long after reading:

Won’t you call for me at my house by the lake?
Cedar of Lebanon. Silver Birch.
Won’t you take me in your boat to the centre of the lake?
Wych elm. Wych elm.

Even in this early volume, Groarke’s preoccupation with houses, with enclosing, protective domestic spaces, is apparent. The speaker of The Tree House, while maintaining her lulling, erotic singsong, nevertheless conjures a domestic fastness: “Because someone has been building piles of branches / in the wood I have been remembering your hands. / I propose to make a shelter with a roof and walls of twigs / so the close-knit warp and weft will keep us safe.”

This domestic theme was given explicit, book-length treatment in her second collection, Other People’s Houses, a volume that also marks a shift in tone from the haunted incantations of Shale to a snappier, chattier, more informal style.

It is, moreover, a style of rueful self-awareness; one poem has the speaker acknowledging “the porch where I used to write those / flowery poems before I knew you so well”; while the delightfully scathing Folderol witnesses the speaker writing 24 words for “nonsense” on the body of her errant lover: “Including, for the record: blather, drivel, trash, / prattle, palaver, waffle, balderdash, gibberish, shit.”

It is fascinating to observe the change in Groarke’s style from first to subsequent volumes, because the more informal tone and that most Muldoonian of signature tropes, the renovated cliche (“soon to be thin air; nothing to write / home about”) would on first examination seem to run counter to her instincts as a poet of profound lyricism.

Is there a poet since 1990 who has not been influenced by Muldoon’s ironic, corner-of-the mouth approach? Out of this tension, however, some very fine work is generated, and subsequent volumes display the integration of these two ostensibly conflicting impulses: worldliness and the drive towards lyric release.

The selection from 2002’s Flight, for instance, combines the intense, lyrical eroticism ofVeneer with the satirical but empathetic ventriloquism of Cuttings: “We’re gardeners, you see, / Sheila and me. We swop clippings and advice. / We’re martyrs to the programmes on TV.”

Greater ambition
In her third and fourth collections, Flight and Juniper Street (2006) respectively, Groarke’s voice also expands pleasingly in ambition: here are poems prepared to tackle big themes, albeit from a slant angle.

Imperial Measure examines the events of 1916 from the point of view of the rebels’ provisions , taking as its starting point a comment by Patrick Pearse in a letter to his mother. The 138-line Athlones from Juniper Street is a dreamy, mazy meditation on what might be termed “midlands of the mind” – a virtuoso demonstration of what Groarke does exceptionally well: marshalling the atmospherics of light and water in service of an increasingly abstract vision of reality.

A recurring preoccupation with language emerges from Flight onwards. This certainly owes much to Heaney’s “soft gradient / of consonant, vowel-meadow” in its tendency to juxtapose the features of landscape and the parts of speech, as in The Local Accent:

This river is pitched so far from the sea
It announces itself in elision, as though everything
Unsaid could still bed down in depth and unison . . .

The risk with a poetry of such intense gorgeousness is that it becomes entranced by its own rhetoric and loses its moorings altogether. If there is at times a suspicion of mannerism in Groarke’s higher-flown moments – “what need have I / of the night’s jet-black, / outlandish ornament?” – it is reined in by a sort of native earthiness, as inAway, where the speaker meditates on long-distance parenting: “I babysit by Skype, / breakfast to their lunch, / lunch to their dinner. // I straighten uniforms, ask French / nag music practice, argue Friends / trim their Bebo access.” Again that productive tension between the lyric drive and the domestic; Groarke is too careful an artist to allow many moments of unbalance. And this is above all a poised voice – Selected Poems evidences a poet of great self-awareness and meticulous craft.

If a selected poems represents a moment of mid-career stocktaking, Vona Groarke can reflect, here, on work of richness and substance: hers is a poetic house of many mansions.

— Caitriona O’Reilly, The Irish Times

Winner Pigott Poetry Prize 2017

Irish Times/Poetry Now Award Shortlist 2017

Publication Date: 31 March 2016
Details: 96pp
ISBN PBK: 978 1 85235 667 5
ISBN ebook:  978 1 91133 707 2

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