All posts tagged: Dorothea Herbert

A Celebration of Irish Women Poets on Bloomsday 2013

Rebecca O’Connor Domestic Bliss   I place a jug of lavender on the table to mask the smell of mould from under the fridge   while you draw nails to hammer with your fist. Then I draw a hammer , and watch   as you try to lift it from the page. by day it’s Mr Men, Mad Men, by night,   your father and I wishing we could be so bold. you have no such wants, though sometimes I wonder   as you try to peer into Jack and Jill’s well or climb the tiny ladder of your toy farm to mend the roof of your miniature barn.   –  Rebecca O’Connor Rebecca O’Connor edits The Moth Magazine and organises the Ballymaloe International Poetry Prize. She worked as a commissioning editor of literary fiction at Telegram Books in London before returning to Ireland with her family in 2008. She won a Geoffrey Dearmer Prize in 2004 and her chapbook Poems was published by the Wordsworth Trust, where she was a writer in residence in …

‘Introspections, the Poetry and Private World of Dorothea Herbert’ by Frances Finnegan

The Rights Of Woman, Or Fashions for the Year 93 – being the Era of Women’s literally wearing the Breeches.  – Health and Fraternity ! Whilst man is so busy asserting his Rights Shall Woman lie still without gaining new lights Our sex have been surely restrain’d enough By stiff prudish Dress and such old fahion’d stuff Too long have been fetter’d and tramelld I wot With Cumbersome Trains and the Strict petticoat Yet should a poor Wife dare her Tyrant to chide Oh she wears the Breeches they tauntingly cried But now we’re enlighten’d they’ll find to their Shame We’ll have the reality not the bare Name No longer will Woman to Satire be Dupe For she is determin’d  to figure Sans Jupe And once she is rouzed she will not be outdone Nor stop at this one Reformation alone For mark me proud Man she’ll not yield thee a Jot But soon will become e’en a true Sans-Culote And flourish away e’er the Ending of Spring Sans Jupe, Sans Culote , in short – …