I can’t tell you how much I love this poem, “Becoming Anne Bradstreet,” by Irish poet Eavan Boland. I love poems that “talk” to other poems, but I especially like the spare couplets in this poem, which traces connections, real and imagined, between the speaker (identifying as the poet) and Anne Bradstreet.
It’s also lovely to read how deeply affected a writer of poetry can be by being a reader of poetry.
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I think one of my weaknesses in literary studies is poetry because I don’t know much about it and I haven’t studied it much. I love that your blog helps to fill that gap in my education and in my life!
Thank you so much, Emily! I’m so glad it’s helpful — I love poetry and I’m grateful if even one person reads a poem s/he otherwise might not. 🙂
Ditto what Emily said 🙂 You are right. This poem is lovely. I especially love the end.
Thanks for introducing this poem and poet to us!