Derek Mahon is one of the leading poets of his time, both in Ireland and beyond, famously offering a perspective that is displaced from as much as grounded in his native country. From prodigious beginnings to prolific maturity, he has been, through thick and thin, through troubled times and other, a writer profoundly committed to the art of poetry and the craft of making verse. He has also been no-less a committed reviser of his work, believing the poem to be more than a record in verse, but a work of art never finished. This virtuoso study by Hugh Haughton provides the most comprehensive account imaginable of Mahon's oeuvre. Haughton's brilliant writing always serves and illuminates the poetry, yielding extraordinary insights on almost every page. The poetry, its revisions and reception, are the subject here, but so thorough is the approach that what is offered also amounts indirectly to an intellectual biography of the poet and with it an account of Northern Irish poetry vital to our understanding of the times.

Represented in all modern anthologies by his great poem on Irish history A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford, Derek Mahon is regarded with Heaney and Longley as the leader of the resurgence of Irish poetry from the late `60s onwards. He writes lyric poetry of enormous wit, elegance and scepticism. Penguin published his first Selected Poemsin 1990 - this new, expanded edition revisits the older work but also contains important new work from his most recent volume, Harbour Lights.

In The Yellow Book, the home-seeking traveler--"a decadent who lived to tell the story"--finds lodgings in our fierce fin de siècle under the roof of his Dublin attic flat. Amid echoes from dead writers, "clouds of unknowing" from his "last Camel," and ghosts from his own life, the poet muses wisely and wittily on our wound-down decade and expiring double millennium. These twenty-one absorbing, sometimes mordantly funny, and always delightful meditations offer us both the distinctive details of our shared lives and a theoptic view from "windows flung wide on briny balconies/above an ocean of roofs and lighthouse beams;/like a storm lantern the wintry planet swings." ("Night Thought")