Eamon Grennan has published numerous volumes of poetry including There Now (2016); Out of Sight: New and Selected Poems (2010); Matter of Fact (2008); Relations: New and Selected Poems (1998); and others.
Poetry
Winter 2013
Dead Redtail
Since our world under that wing-canopy spanning field after field was laid out once for her bright death-dealing pitiless eye to pasture on who would ever have thought she could […]
Poetry
Winter 2013
Ah Yes
When the merganser lifts his rouge beak and noir head and stares back uxorious at his mate taking it easy in the mild sun of this spring migration she tosses […]
Poetry
Winter 2013
Trees Abiding
Battered as they've been by fire rain incessant wind this ash and sycamore still put out green shoots and leaves that whisper in any passing breeze and make perch and […]
Poetry
Winter 2013
After Rain
1 The city almost a painting since cascades of all-night rain have washed it clean so this blazing early morning it's as if all's a starting over awake for the […]
Poetry
Summer 2006
Night
What to make of night, then, its caul of stars sequined and—for all their fixture—unsteady as breath, able to be winked outby the smallest cloud? Night, scratched at by traffic, […]
Poetry
Summer 2006
In Bits
The big picture, yes, but still there’s somethingto be said for the partial and imperfect, all theunfinished bits and pieces that keep catching andholding onto odd angles of light, little […]
Nonfiction
Summer 2006
When Language Fails: An Interview with Eamon Grennan
Eamon Greenan was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1941. Since 1974 he has resided in the United States. He also keeps a house in western Ireland. After more than thirty […]
Poetry
Spring 2004
Start of March, Connemara
After Bishop The wind colder even than March in Maine, though the same sea Is your greens of muttonfat jade and bleached artichoke, The water thumbed and wind-scumbled, its heroic […]
Poetry
Spring 1999
To Grasp the Nettle
Empty your hands. Shake off even the sweat of memory, the way they burned to find the cool indented shell of flesh at the base of her spine, how they […]
Poetry
Spring 1999
Shock Waves
Sunflower seeds, stone walls, eyes in hiding, phantasmagoria of the sighted world: I wear white dunes in my eardrums and it is no world I hear, not even a muffled […]
Poetry
Autumn 1989
Breaking Points
—They all want to break at some point if you can only find it, he says, hoisting the wedgeheaded heavy axe and coming down with it in one swift glittering […]
Poetry
Autumn 1989
Diagnosis
To be touched like that from so far, collusion of skin and sunlight—one ray, one cell, the collapse of fenceworks, wanton roots squirreling in. I feel mined, primed, nicked like […]
Poetry
Autumn 1989
Deceptions
Mornings when I put the necessary sunblock on it’s always summer: sweet and greasy, a smell of summer saturates the air, although frost bones over the bathroom window and it’s […]
Poetry
Autumn 1987
The Nature of America
Things are getting out of hand. MorningsI come awake to the catbird’s manic gabbleScolding in broken music himself or theSavage world he lives in. Day is one wide armOf buttery […]
Poetry
Autumn 1987
Woodchuck
A low brown ghost,He ducks and ‘umbles fatly offInto the underbrush at my approach,Cracking dead branches, bringingA snow of crab apple blossom downAbout his keen ears: in my headI hear […]
Poetry
Autumn 1987
Walking Fall
When we enter the woods off Route 17You walk ahead of me, your cranberry cardiganBrightening among the spectral shades andFlush of late October. The woods are emptyingAround us to the […]
Fall 2013
Deceptions
From the Kenyon Review, New Series, Fall 1989, Vol. XI, No. 4 Mornings when I put the necessary sunblock on it’s always summer: sweet and greasy, a smell of summer […]