Clodagh Finn: Don’t underestimate the consolations of poetry

‘I tiptoe in./ I lift you up/ Wriggling/In your rosy,/ zipped sleeper./ Yes this is the hour/ For the early bird and me/ When finder is keeper’— Eavan Boland

Eavan Boland: Her poems can be our salve, says Paula Meehan. Picture: Maura Hickey

WE HAVE seen with the passing of Eavan Boland this week that poetry can console us in a way that is utterly real.