Sean O’Brien has written six collections of poetry, most recently The Drowned Book (2007), which won the Forward and T. S. Eliot prizes. He is Professor of Creative Writing at Newcastle University.
By Sean O'Brien
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Poetry
Another Night Before Christmas, Armour, Ballistics, Banjo, Better Than God, Fiere, Furniture, Grain, Hide Now, Hill of Doors, Interior Night, Love Poems, Misadventure, Nefertiti in the Flak Tower, November, One Thousand Nights and Counting, Pluto, Sidereal, The Bees, The Christmas Truce, The Cloud Corporation, The Dark Film, The Divine Comedy, The Floating Man, The Havocs, The Mirabelles, The Overhaul, The Picador Book of 40, The Picador Book of Love Poems, The Seacunny, The Wrecking Light, WenceslasPoets
Annie Freud, Billy Collins, Carol Ann Duffy, Charlotte Greig, Clive James, Glyn Maxwell, Jackie Kay, John Glenday, John Kinsella, John Stammers, Katharine Towers, Kathleen Jamie, Lorraine Mariner, Paul Farley, Peter Forbes, Peter Porter, Rachael Boast, Richard Meier, Robin Robertson, Samantha Wynne- Rhydderch, Sean O'Brien, Timothy Donnelly, Various
November
Sean O'Brien
A brilliant new collection from the T.S. Eliot and Forward Prize winning poet
November is Sean O’Brien’s first collection since his widely celebrated The Drowned Book, the only book of poetry to have won both the Forward and T. S. Eliot prizes. November is haunted by the missing, the missed, the vanished, the uncounted, and the uncountable lost: lost sleep, connections, muses, books, the ghosts and gardens of childhood. Ultimately, these lead the poet to contemplate the most troubling absences: O’Brien’s elegies for his parents and friends form the heart of this book, and are the source of its pervasive note of départ. Elsewhere – as if a French window stood open to an English room – the islands, canals, railway stations and undergrounds of O’Brien’s landscape are swept by a strikingly Gallic air. This new note lends O’Brien’s recent poems a reinvigorated sense of the imaginative possible: November shows O’Brien at the height of his powers, with his intellect and imagination as gratifyingly restless as ever.
