Eamon Grennan - Works

Works

  • Matter of Fact. St. Paul, MN: Graywolf, 2008.
  • Out of Breath. Gallery Books, 2007.
  • The Quick of It. St. Paul, MN: Graywolf, 2005.
  • Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus. Trans. with Rachel Kitzinger. Oxford, 2004.
  • Renvyle, Winter. Philadelphia: Pointed Press, 2003.
  • Still Life with Waterfall. St. Paul, MN: Graywolf, 2002.
  • Selected & New Poems. Dublin: Gallery Press, 2000.
  • Provincetown Sketches. Aralia Press, 2000.
  • Facing the Music: Irish Poetry in the Twentieth Century. Omaha: Creighton University Press, 1999.
  • Relations: New & Selected Poems. St. Paul, MN: Graywolf, 1998.
  • Selected Poems of Giacomo Leopardi. Trans. Princeton: Lockert Library of Poetry in Translation, Princeton University Press, 1997.
  • So It Goes. St. Paul, MN: Graywolf, 1995.
  • As If It Matters. St. Paul, MN: Graywolf, 1992.
  • What Light There Is and Other Poems. New York: North Point Press, 1989.
  • Twelve Poems. San Francisco: Occasional Works, 1988.
  • Wildly for Days. Dublin: Gallery Press, 1983.
  • Cat Scat North Point Press, 1988.

In early 2007 he visited St.Paul's High School in Brooklandville, Maryland to discuss poetry.

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