Books by Maurice Whelan

';If stillness can be tasted, precious memories will return, such as poetry once learned by heart, which in Maurice Whelan's case told of King Arthur receiving his sword Excalibur from the maiden in the lake. If silence can be heard, a poetry in life will breathe, as in this poet's observation about a dawn which ';holds / its perfection/as long/as you hold your breath'. As contrast to a hurried world, Maurice finds a treasury in stillness Gaelic melodies in the twilight of his mind, his wandering in the slipstream of a silent father's dreams, and from a wonderful ';Perfect Pitch' his reassuring knowing that ';the bow is on the string / fingers caress keys, eyes / are closing and heaven's gate / is opening once again'. This beautiful anthology combines nostalgia for times past, gratitude for nature's riches and a psychoanalyst's characteristically sharp insights into personal relationships: ';I wasn't staring / I saw my youth in you. / That's all.' His skill in crafting apparently effortless lines, seldom interrupted by commas, semicolons or full stops, conceals the challenge of holding a pen and facing a blank page. ';Sometimes / finding the right word / is like drilling through concrete / with a jackhammer.' There's a brave frankness in such an admission but the poetry which then emerges has been conceived from the peace in silence, the reflection and recall made possible by stillness. No wonder that, on a front page, before his own work begins, Maurice quotes Hazlitt: ';Poetryis not a branch of authorship: it is the stuff of which our life is made.'' Stuart Rees

The Lilac Bow is the first book of poetry by the author of the collections Excalibur's Return, A Season and a Time and, most recently, Spirit Eyes. Maurice Whelan is also the author of the acclaimed novel Boat People.

In ';Mount Cargill', a poem in Maurice Whelan's book Excalibur's Return, he described running up Mount Cargill in New Zealand with Richard O'Neill-Dean, to whom that volume was dedicated. Richard responded to Maurice's latest collection, Spirit Eyes, with a poem of his own, after discussing how Maurice sets about crafting a poem and the importance he attaches to a central thought or idea upon which the poem is constructed.Shipwrightfor Maurice Whelan, poetHe might look out the odd plank,let it season slowly,covered from the rain,so that frames, ribs, stringers,in the imagination, slowly form,the particular twist or warp or grainof a thoughtfavouring the idea of a hull,sensitive to wind and wave,to keep out storms,to manage strains.But, beyond all, the keelson,massive, strong,it must permit of no bend,take long keel-bolts,going down through heartwood,to fasten the lead weightof a real thought,many tons,to keep a good poem upright,and carrying on,tied in tight, to bindall between the sweet linesof its stem and stern,to make a fine entry,to set its wakeupon the oceansof the mind