Poems by Eavan Boland
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The War Horse
... Only a leaf of our laurel hedge is torn&mdash ...
The Room in Which My First Child Slept
... the river in those first days of April, making ...
Domestic Violence
... 4. We failed our moment or our moment failed us ...
A Woman Without A Country
... severing Her body from its native air until ...
Cityscape
... — a fine crazing healing in the tiles&thinsp ...
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