Maurice's poems are a real delight - beautifully crafted, accessible poems that take you out of the day-to-day world with all its business, into a heightened world of poetry. The poems seem effortless (though they can't be given their rigour and formal skill), whether it's the lovely, gentle, wryly funny prose poems (The Idylls) in his collection The Holy Land or the many poems about science. Maurice's poem move from his childhood in Lisgoold, Co. Cork to poems about the death of his father, poems about robins, a boy that turned into a stag, poems about smoking, Schrödinger's Cat, a tortoise with an address painted on the shell and trying to remember Scarlet O'Hara.
What I've found so striking about them is how careful they are - both in the sense of `carefully made' - poised, elegant, pitch-perfect work - and the sense of care: the poems seem to care about their subject. They all have this underlying sense of warmth and compassionate humour, even when the subject of the poems is dark or tragic. I come away from them feeling enhanced and deepened - warmed by the quiet, grown-up, appreciative, unsentimental vision they embody.
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