Colm Tóibín: Vinegar Hill

I am a lazy-ass poetry reader. I want the poems to come to me rather I come to the poems. I read Colm Tóibín’s collection almost to the end before I started to pick his style and content. Maybe he writes about places I have no clue, such as Dublin and Wexford. Of course I could pick up the political scene “In Washington DC” and “In the White House.” The pieces I enjoy have simple structures such as “Canal Water” and “Prayer to St Agnes.” My favorite piece is “Eve.” It is just hilarious.