| | Peter McDonald reviews Harbour Lights by Derek Mahon |
 | | Mahon's view of the contemporary world is every bit as grim as Yeats's, and in its way just as apocalyptic, as "planes that consume deserts of gasoline/ darken the sun in another rapacious war"; but his version the sages" laughing gaiety in the face of tragedy (of the first "Lapis Lazuli") is a convincingly-put question: |
 | | Like the "subversive past" from which Mahon's imagination operates, this "discredited ghost" does a good deal of haunting in the book It is, perhaps, the ghost of literary tradition (amongst other things), ill-at-ease in the world into which Derek Mahon has lived. |
 | | Mahon's previous two volumes, The Hudson Letter and The Yellow Book, were at best uneven affairs, and at worst seemed to mark the serious decay of one of contemporary poetry's most extraordinary and valuable talents. |
| www.towerpoetry.org.uk /poetry-matters/july2005/mahon.html (1283 words) |