Paul Sweeney
@paulsweeneypoet.bsky.social
Poet. Limerick. Ireland.
Eternal snow -
No escaping the heartbeat
Running, running .
No escaping the heartbeat
Running, running .
"Tired of hearing
Worldly things:
Winter confinement" Kyoshi Takahama
(image: Shufu Miyamoto)
Worldly things:
Winter confinement" Kyoshi Takahama
(image: Shufu Miyamoto)
December 9, 2025 at 2:12 PM
Eternal snow -
No escaping the heartbeat
Running, running .
No escaping the heartbeat
Running, running .
Louise Glück, Fugue, from Averno. @poemakontsa.bsky.social :)
December 5, 2025 at 9:00 PM
Louise Glück, Fugue, from Averno. @poemakontsa.bsky.social :)
The unacknowledged poet of middle earth….
December 5, 2025 at 10:07 AM
The unacknowledged poet of middle earth….
@dedalusdenaries.bsky.social don’t know how I missed you here when I moved from the other place :) good to find you again!
December 2, 2025 at 7:01 PM
@dedalusdenaries.bsky.social don’t know how I missed you here when I moved from the other place :) good to find you again!
More of this kind of thing! 👇
RTE should run a Christmas ad where the returning Irish emigrant feels at home as he listens to the radio and realizes the traffic jams are all still in the same places
December 2, 2025 at 6:58 PM
More of this kind of thing! 👇
There isn’t a section for poetry book of the year … in the Irish Book Awards … @irishbookawards.bsky.social
I could troll you but you kinda did it to yourselves .
www.irishtimes.com/culture/book...
I could troll you but you kinda did it to yourselves .
www.irishtimes.com/culture/book...
Irish Book Awards 2025: Roisín O’Donnell, Claire Gleeson and Manchán Magan among winners
Jacqueline Connolly, Andrew Porter, Cecelia Ahern, Andrea Mara, Elaine Feeney, Joseph O’Connor and Michael D Higgins also honoured
www.irishtimes.com
December 1, 2025 at 10:22 PM
There isn’t a section for poetry book of the year … in the Irish Book Awards … @irishbookawards.bsky.social
I could troll you but you kinda did it to yourselves .
www.irishtimes.com/culture/book...
I could troll you but you kinda did it to yourselves .
www.irishtimes.com/culture/book...
What an elegant opening poem.
Averno, Louise Glück
Averno, Louise Glück
November 29, 2025 at 4:50 PM
What an elegant opening poem.
Averno, Louise Glück
Averno, Louise Glück
Reader, I ordered them all.
Craig has a magical ability to talent.
Craig has a magical ability to talent.
NBCC member Craig Teicher wrote about three new books of poetry for NPR:
buff.ly
November 26, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Reader, I ordered them all.
Craig has a magical ability to talent.
Craig has a magical ability to talent.
November 26, 2025 at 7:41 PM
Why are they so captivating ?
Pools of golden late afternoon sunlight race along Crosby beach. Flocks of knot take flight, twisting and turning, skimming low over the outgoing sea. The sky is full of drama, rays of crepuscular light beaming down through gaps in the gathering clouds. #IronMenCrosby
November 24, 2025 at 6:16 PM
Why are they so captivating ?
November 24, 2025 at 11:56 AM
When will we realise how much damage is still being done by the state here?
This, in a nutshell, is where we’re at. All the lies, the distraction, NGO-blaming and drive towards even further deregulation is to cover the naked fact that, in Ireland, big polluters pull the strings and our politicians just nod along.
www.irishtimes.com/politics/202...
www.irishtimes.com/politics/202...
A ‘national embarrassment’: Ireland in breach of multiple water quality rules, court finds
European Court of Justice ruling raises questions about Government’s system of water charges
www.irishtimes.com
November 22, 2025 at 9:47 AM
When will we realise how much damage is still being done by the state here?
“In our literal fashion” is such a Mahoneaque fastener …
As is the earlier “for all we knew”
As is the earlier “for all we knew”
“... there’s mystery enough in the mere fact / of reality...”
~ from ‘A Dove in the House’ by Derek Mahon (2018)
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~ from ‘A Dove in the House’ by Derek Mahon (2018)
irishpages.org/product/crit...
@irishlittimes.bsky.social @poetryireland.bsky.social
November 19, 2025 at 11:44 PM
“In our literal fashion” is such a Mahoneaque fastener …
As is the earlier “for all we knew”
As is the earlier “for all we knew”
Wow….”a thousand of us….”
Epstein survivors just demanded the release of the files in this new PSA. Watch it here.
November 18, 2025 at 8:46 PM
Wow….”a thousand of us….”
@roisinnineachtain.com and the. I just read this by Mary Ruefle and thought “well now, very Wallace Stevens…”. :)
November 18, 2025 at 8:28 PM
@roisinnineachtain.com and the. I just read this by Mary Ruefle and thought “well now, very Wallace Stevens…”. :)
Reposted by Paul Sweeney
In Irish mythology ravens are omens of death or battle. They are bearers of both warning and wisdom. The sense of injustice in this poem is palpable. The third stanza is just brilliant ‘and you can’t pin water to a page’.
According to the Ravens by Annemarie Ní Churreáin
#poetry
#poemoftheday
According to the Ravens by Annemarie Ní Churreáin
#poetry
#poemoftheday
November 18, 2025 at 4:56 PM
In Irish mythology ravens are omens of death or battle. They are bearers of both warning and wisdom. The sense of injustice in this poem is palpable. The third stanza is just brilliant ‘and you can’t pin water to a page’.
According to the Ravens by Annemarie Ní Churreáin
#poetry
#poemoftheday
According to the Ravens by Annemarie Ní Churreáin
#poetry
#poemoftheday
Winter, waking alone
Watching the falling snow
Putting the world together
Watching the falling snow
Putting the world together
"I wake
snow falls,
not that I'm lonely" Santoka
[image: Snowy morning, Settai Komura]
snow falls,
not that I'm lonely" Santoka
[image: Snowy morning, Settai Komura]
November 15, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Winter, waking alone
Watching the falling snow
Putting the world together
Watching the falling snow
Putting the world together
Sight and sound… makes you want to hear more, no?
Whoopers cruise the Dutch Barn’s shadow, pen and cob,
a litter of half-grown cygnets, upending in the algal soup,
plucking out pondweed, diving beetles, the monstrous
Palaeozoic nymphs of Anax imperator.
'Eely'
Steve Ely
A symphony in four movements
longbarrowpress.com/current-publ...
a litter of half-grown cygnets, upending in the algal soup,
plucking out pondweed, diving beetles, the monstrous
Palaeozoic nymphs of Anax imperator.
'Eely'
Steve Ely
A symphony in four movements
longbarrowpress.com/current-publ...
November 15, 2025 at 10:43 AM
Sight and sound… makes you want to hear more, no?
@poemakontsa.bsky.social #mandelstam Tracy trans.
November 12, 2025 at 9:42 AM
@poemakontsa.bsky.social #mandelstam Tracy trans.
“All day, news helicopters cruised aloft,
going whatwhatwhatwhatwhat”.
Worth the read, very much so.
going whatwhatwhatwhatwhat”.
Worth the read, very much so.
November 11, 2025 at 8:28 AM
“All day, news helicopters cruised aloft,
going whatwhatwhatwhatwhat”.
Worth the read, very much so.
going whatwhatwhatwhatwhat”.
Worth the read, very much so.
When you think you have a line but TSE already wrote it….
Light
Light
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
T. S. Eliot, 1934
Light
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
T. S. Eliot, 1934
November 10, 2025 at 9:58 AM
When you think you have a line but TSE already wrote it….
Beautifully direct …
A gorgini existential Samuel Beckett, written in French and translated by Beckett himself.
My way
my way is in the sand flowing
between the shingle and the dune
My way
my way is in the sand flowing
between the shingle and the dune
November 9, 2025 at 6:08 PM
Beautifully direct …
Reposted by Paul Sweeney
Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rilke
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rilke
November 8, 2025 at 10:48 AM
Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rilke
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rilke
Reposted by Paul Sweeney
A bouquet of congratulations to C.D. Rose, a very deserving winner of the @goldsmithsprize.bsky.social for his brilliant, funny, inventive, cynical, enthralling, disorienting novel We Live Here Now. 👇
Missing ships, missing artworks, missing persons… I loved CD Rose’s new novel We Live Here Now, which has echoes of M John Harrison, JG Ballard, Tom McCarthy and … Martin Amis, but is also thoroughly and delightfully its own thing.
Me in today’s Telegraph:
Me in today’s Telegraph:
November 5, 2025 at 9:10 PM
A bouquet of congratulations to C.D. Rose, a very deserving winner of the @goldsmithsprize.bsky.social for his brilliant, funny, inventive, cynical, enthralling, disorienting novel We Live Here Now. 👇
Easy to get lost in the music of harmonium…
November 4, 2025 at 9:23 AM
Easy to get lost in the music of harmonium…