Imelda Maguire is one of my favourite poets. She writes eloquently about themes which are, all at once, local, personal and universal. There is a humanity in Maguire's poetry whose themes range from family to nature to spirituality and transcendence. Across all three collections I am particularly taken with her poems about her late parents. Imelda Maguire never strays into the trap of nostalgia. She conjures up the past in a Proustian fashion, and achieves this by capturing the sights, smells and sounds associated with memories.
I wholeheartedly commend this beautiful collection of 48 Fragments to you. - Eoin Devereux, writerBy turns tender and reflective, humorous and deftly descriptive, the poems in Forty eight Fragments by Imelda Maguire invite us into the poet's inner world where loss exists and pain is acknowledged but joy ultimately triumphs. These are poems firmly rooted in the Irish landscape, as in "Pareidolia" where the very rocks are muttering whispers "about our place, our land, our time." - Angela Patten, In Praise of Usefulness, High Tea At a Low Table: Stories from an Irish Childhood, and other books.
Imelda Maguire is one of my favourite poets. She writes eloquently about themes which are, all at once, local, personal and universal. There is a humanity in Maguire's poetry whose themes range from family to nature to spirituality and transcendence. Across all three collections I am particularly taken with her poems about her late parents. Imelda Maguire never strays into the trap of nostalgia. She conjures up the past in a Proustian fashion, and achieves this by capturing the sights, smells and sounds associated with memories.
I wholeheartedly commend this beautiful collection of 48 Fragments to you. - Eoin Devereux, writerBy turns tender and reflective, humorous and deftly descriptive, the poems in Forty eight Fragments by Imelda Maguire invite us into the poet's inner world where loss exists and pain is acknowledged but joy ultimately triumphs. These are poems firmly rooted in the Irish landscape, as in "Pareidolia" where the very rocks are muttering whispers "about our place, our land, our time." - Angela Patten, In Praise of Usefulness, High Tea At a Low Table: Stories from an Irish Childhood, and other books.
