The Road
13 Townland
14 You Were Born at Mealtime
15 Irish Weather
16 Parcel
18 The Mining Road
19 Oracle
20 House Lore
22 Love Stories
23 Lightening
24 Antique Cabinets
25 Vincit Qui Se Vincit
26 Song
27 Cuckoo-spirit
28 Argos
29 Brigie
30 The Boundary Journey
32 The Lights of New York
34 Endeavour
The Store
37 Storehouse
38 Man Engine
43 Safe House
45 Puxley Castle, Dunboy
46 Heirloom
47 Hearing Mass
48 Polaris
49 Neighbour
51 Fraoch
52 Valentine
53 Departures
54 Car Phone
55 Sparrow
56 Station Mass
57 The Glimmerman
58 A Healing
59 Dream
61 Notes
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'These new poems are linguistically abundant. They are full of bold similes and metaphors. Both sensuous and religious, her art is at its most impressive in some remarkable love poems. Love poetry so celebratory and erotic is rare in these cool, cynical times. I admire Leanne O’Sullivan’s technical enterprise and unembarrassed imagination.' – Michael Longley, on Leanne O'Sullivan's Cailleach: The Hag of Beara, and why she was awarded the 2009 Ireland Chair of Poetry bursary
'Leanne O’Sullivan’s first collection, Waiting for My Clothes, was published when she was just 21 and was justifiably acclaimed for the extraordinary power of its language and the maturity of vision. It was also an intensely confessional work; it is therefore not surprising that O’Sullivan should eschew further revelations in Cailleach: The Hag of Beara, her second collection, and plough, instead, the furrows of Irish mythology in her exploration of the eternal feminine... O’Sullivan’s vision continues to be deeply romantic in its trust that nature is a panacea for human suffering; these poems catch one’s breath with their exquisite rendering of the Irish landscape... O’Sullivan’s imagery is always precise, yet utterly dazzling in its originality... she is reclaiming her landscape, as all poets must, and she does so with the steadiness and gravity of a writer who has already found her way home.' — Nessa O'Mahony, The Irish Times
'What is remarkable about Leanne O’Sullivan is not that she is so young…but that she dares to write about exactly what it is to be young. A teenage Virgil, she guides us down some of the more hellish corridors of adolescence with a voice that is strong and true.' — Billy Collins on Waiting for My Clothes