Immediately on opening The Winter Sleep of Captain Lemass by Harry Clifton you can see the impact of Ireland – it is divided into two sections: Twenty Six Counties and Six Counties. The geographical ties are not just current but also looking back to past heritage.
The almost name-dropping use of locations in the collection makes it possible to use the ideas and feelings in the poems to connect an unknown place to a familiar one. A few of the pieces seems a little too drawn out or convoluted both on a first and with a re-read. There is a wandering of styles that suits the poems and the collection as a whole. I especially liked False Meridian and Crossing Sweden.
In the tall windows, higher than human height,
Incarnate joy, against the logic of seasons,
Goes on ripening. Slowly a solstice approaches.