The heavenly, fail-proof combination of autumn and poetry drew me to this latest collection from Mahon. Autumn blows away the complacency and laziness of summer, as does a good poem. In truth, while fallen leaves are plentiful, in Antrim Road a 'fiery evening sun, intensely hot, burns at the window from a garden hut', and the pine scent of springtime heralds A Shabby Welcome. These are poems for all seasons.
The autumn of the title may be either a personal one for the 70-year-old Mahon or a global one as the poet addresses environmental concerns. There are tsunamis, floods and volcanoes; dying nature; a beached whale whose 'flesh falls away like leaves' in what is the standout poem for me. Unsurprisingly, there's commentary on wars too. Political wars, oil wars, corporate wars, cultural wars. The wind here appears as a destructive force but can equally be seen as a force for change.
The three sections shift focus between Mahon's native Ireland, where he spends a lot of time on or by the sea, a reinvention of Chinese poetry of the T'ang era, and a closing selection of 'raw material' from Mahon's 'fictitious Hindi poet Gopal Singh'. The last one is curious because I wouldn't have known Mahon was speaking under a different voice had it not been explained.
A New Space speaks of 'art that's modest, not a chore; and rhyming verses, not too long, that say exactly what they mean', a perfect review of the lyrical elegance that surrounds it. Like ferocious autumn gales, Mahon remains a force to be reckoned with.
Three I love:
Beached Whale; The Thunder Shower; An Aspiring Spirit