jeannineatkins (jeannineatkins) wrote,

What I’m Reading: Object Lessons: The Life of the Woman and The Poet in Our Time by Eavan Boland

There comes a point in a manuscript when you like what you’ve written, but there’s still work ahead, and you’re -- okay, let’s drop this second person -- I am a little bored with straightening chronology, filling in historical holes, checking facts and such. There’s a way to go before the work is ready for the more delicious expanding of some images, contracting others, and playing with echoes, never mind being seen by others’ eyes, so besides being tired, I’m a bit lonely. Luckily for me, I found a book that’s keeping me good company through this phase and nudging me to go back to my work for another look or two or ten.

Object Lessons: The Life of the Woman and The Poet in Our Time by Eavan Boland was published about fifteen years ago, and since I read and liked some of her poetry, I wondered how I missed this. Perhaps it was just waiting for the right moment. Eavan Boland discusses how she grew up in a time and place, Ireland, studying at Trinity College (Yeats had walked on the grass) in the early 1960s, when poets were honored, while women were not, and how she feels that honoring has switched places over the decades. She writes of finding her poetic voice by shouting across the gap.

Eavan Boland discusses reading poets who came before to learn forms, lineation, how stanzas are put together, and their music, but how she missed seeing reflections of her life as a young woman learning the craft. Or raising children in the suburbs of Dublin. The book is loosely structured around the turnings and returnings of poetry, and ordinary places get lingered over: we often come back to a table covered with oilcloth, the view of dark rain on stone, where she wrote and destroyed some of her first poems. She finds her aesthetic not in poetry as much as in paintings, particularly Jean Baptiste Chardin’s depictions of “a crusty loaf, the woman fixed between menial tasks and human dreams… he had taken truth and revealed its beauty.” She discusses ways personal memories, imaginings of her grandmothers, and political contexts become history.

I love this, so am thrilled that Eavan Boland, now a professor at Stanford, where she divides her time between Dublin, just published another blend of memoir and criticism called Being a Woman Poet: A Journey of Two Maps. And I’m reading her poems. Here’s a glimpse at how some of this theory plays out from her volume Outside History: Selected Poems 1980-1990 (Norton).

Here are the last lines of “Domestic Interior:”

Home is sleeping child
an open mind

and our effects
shrugged and settled
in the sort of light
jugs and kettles
grow important by.

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