The long-awaited re-release of Jessie Lendennie's prose poem "Daughter", first published over a decade ago, and accompanied in this volume by a selection of Lendennie's previously uncollected poems.

"This is an ambitious poetic statement. It attempts to get at the initial shadows and regrets which are so formative, finally, on the imagination. Its use of language is eloquent and concentrated and its juxtapositions are often daring. Jessie Lendennie breaks her own ground with verve and determination." Eavan Boland

"In Daughter Jessie Lendennie writes with a spare grace and unsparing wisdom of the kind of dreams and nightmares that can never be outgrown. She shines her clear and steady light on the dark house of childhood, pointing to what is primal and essential to the way each of us will experience life to the end of our days." Beth Joselow, The Washington Review

Daughter varies between two prevalent modes typographically separated. The first concerns a present, waking world of work and play. This world of starkly realistic details is the past which Emma enters through memory eliding into dream; for instance she dreams of visiting her mother in hospital:

The other mode, italicised, at first glance seems the more conventional dream-material. It is recognizably closer to lyric poetry with wishful sentimentality, vague yearning, elusive imagery:

Ironically, this mode represents the actual, the 'real', the 'now', Emma in her present bereavement. The poetry glides between the two; between a painful reality and a vague emotionalism; between a vital past and a shadowy present; until the reader see the two are inter-dependent. It is all time as eternally present, but harder than Eliot's vision in finding no consolation that time is redeemable. In Daughte the past is not revised to console the present: 'the pain was ageless.... timeless' (p. 1)

Daughter powerfully dramatises a loss which cannot be denied, as Emma holds fast in memory and dream to her mother, her emotional centre. In so doing Emma learns what as a child she was too self-absorbed to notice, the mother's hard, weary life in a male-centred world. The pain becomes memory and 'past', it isn't dulled, it is intensified. The last line encapsulates the anguish of this paradoxical continuing past: 'and the child said, "If you love me, take me with you."' The poet's achievement prepares the reader for this nakedly sentimental cliche. The seemingly throw-away and 'fortunate' chiasmus is revealed as inevitable and exact. It charts Emma's sense of self, the love which is a loss, a profundity which beggars words but is shadowed in the poet's design.

Eavan Boland: "This is an ambitious poetic statement. It attempts to get at the initial shadows and regrets which are so formative, finally, on the imagination. Its use of language is eloquent and concentrated and its juxtaposition are often daring. Jessie Lendennie breaks her own ground with verve and determination."

Beth Joselow, The Washington Review: "In Daughter Jessie Lendennie writes with a spare grace and unsparing wisdom of the kind of dreams and nightmares that can never be outgrown. She shines her clear and steady light on the dark house of childhood, pointing to what is primal and essential to the way each of us will experience life to the end of our days"

Roz Cowman, Graph Magazine: "This is an ambitious undertaking, but nothing less would do justice to the haunting quality f the poem. Its theme, the death of her mother during Jessie's childhood, is developed partly through the child's consciousness, partly through an adult dream-state. The distance between the poet's home in Arkansas, and her preset home in Galway, where the poem was written, suggests the immense physical and psychological territory that the poem covers.

"Reading the poem, I remembered a Victorian illustration to a lost epic, of which only a fragment remains - 'Childe Rolande to the Dark Tower came' - where the protagonist faces the final, most dreadful stage of his journey. Well, Tolkien has made us familiar with the Dark Tower now; and its foundations lie where they always have lain, in lost childhood memories, sense-impressions, the darkness and fear of childhood that are fearsome to confront. And they must be confronted, as the poet has faced them in 'Daughter', for they are both the bedrock and watertable of our life."

".....this is the journey of Demeter and Kore: the lovely harvest scene on page 10, a find of family apotheosis; the child herself venturing alone in her red dress on page 44, Kore gathering flowers in the fields of Enna; the land made bare, lacking its fertilising power; and the slow descent in the underworld where mother and child will recover each other. The book closes on the great prayer of Demeter to her child: 'If you love me, take me with you'. In this poem, that the mother is the child, and the child is the mother, is what the original Mystery is about, after all."

Paddy Kehoe, In Dublin magazine:

With such stark language, Ms. Lendennie conveys quickly and broodingly the childhood experiences of Emma, and her relationship with her family, primarily her mother. The book is designed so as to tell the story, in brief vignettes, on the left-hand page, with the private world of her thoughts and dreams on the right, italicized. While not an original technique (one thinks of John Berger's 'G') it nonetheless sets up an interesting counterpoint, and real poetry is achieved:

Emma's bereavement has a heart-wrenching, disturbing edge:

Two Irishmen have also written poignantly and memorably of the death of mothers - John McGahern in 'The Leavetaking' and Aidan Higgins in 'Balcony of Europe'. Ms. Lendennie manages the same emotional wringing, with a spare, deft prose:

And that is three lines at the top of an otherwise blank page - the pregnant silences of Berman's 'Cries and Whispers', also dealing with death, are recalled.

An absorbing exercise in prose poetry....

Philip Casey, The Sunday Press: Daughter is Jessie Lendennie's first book. It is in the main an evocation, and maybe catharsis, of a childhood trauma, the death of a mother - hastened perhaps by a drunken father. This is a bare biographical outline and the book is the story which fills it out.

What makes it so interesting is its form. The narrative is in prosaic bursts, but juxtaposed on opposite pages and in italics are flashes of poetic intensity which deepen its meaning. This is the point where 'Emma' has learned that her mother is dying, and the classic situation of the poor girl amidst affluent neighbours gives it added poignancy

Juxtaposed with this is:

Daughter is a courageous, original and memorable debut.

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Edward Power, The Nationalist : ".... The writing is startlingly beautiful:

The image of the willow tree, among others, recurs throughout the narrative, adding to the haunting, almost gothic, quality. Ezra Pound described an 'image' as that which presents an intellectual or emotional complex within an instant of time. I'd be inclined to extend this to apply to Jessie Lendennie's book, and say that Daughter presents an intellectual and emotional complex within beautifully crafted instants of life and time. Her poetic style acts as a prism, so that the 'clear and steady light' Lendennie shines on the 'dark house of her childhood' is refracted and re-housed in the being of the reader. It is a light that sometimes hurts the inner eye to unsheddable tears, and I must confess, while reading this book, to being moved to shedding one or two..."