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 Reihenfolge der Bücher





- 2021
- 2020
Ein Geist in der Kehle
- 384 Seiten
- 14 Lesestunden
Die Geschichte thematisiert das Sichverlieren und Finden im Lauf der Jahrhunderte, wobei sie einen besonderen Fokus auf weibliche Perspektiven legt. Der Text wird als essenziell beschrieben, um die Stimmen und Erfahrungen von Frauen in den Vordergrund zu rücken. Die Autorin Mareike Fallwickl hebt die Bedeutung dieses Werkes hervor und betont, dass es in der heutigen Zeit besonders relevant ist.
- 2018
"Poems in Irish with English translations by the author" --front cover
- 2015
Clasp
- 74 Seiten
- 3 Lesestunden
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”.