'Once you’ve heard an Eithne Lannon poem, something that had been unsettled in you, settles. The intimate, numinous, sensual music of her words; her mastery of language and form; the quiet strength of her voice speaks to that part of ourselves we so long to, but rarely encounter.

Earth Music, her first collection, will spend much of its life on your bedside locker. You will carry it with you on difficult journeys. You will open its pages when you need to press your face to the earth, hear the sound of the ocean, feel warm rain on your face. Her poems are a rare gift – an eloquent articulation of loss, desire and longing, a reminder of our shared fragile divinity.

“Once encountered, some of these poems are difficult to dispel. Caught in the thermal and spectral, drawn from the earth, they rise up before us. As Eithne Lannon says ‘what we don’t have words for may still exist”

“These poems are studied presences, careful of concept, sound, syntax and grammar, able to transpose an extraordinary sensibility into a careful system of lines. Lovely surprises gleam in the tracks and pleats that take you into brisures of received reality.”

'Eithne Lannon's haunting poetry is imbued with a delicate sensibility of the loves and losses that make us fully human. Her work is suffused with a profound affinity with the natural world, and evokes the environs of her home place, North County Dublin, with deep affection.'