The title poem from this collection is set on an island that has been a site of pilgrimage in Ireland for over a thousand years. A narrative sequence, it is an autobiographical quest concerned with ‘the growth of a poet’s mind’. The long poem is preceded by a section of shorter lyrics and leads into a third group of poems in which the poet’s voice is at one with the voice of the legendary mad King Sweeney.

‘Surpasses even what one might reasonably expect from this magnificently gifted poet.’ John Carey, Sunday Times