Eamon Grennan's fourth collection takes its cue from a line by Rilke: 'So we live here, forever taking leave.'

As in the author's earlier books, these elegies and muted celebrations move easily between Irish and American landscapes —from a summer garden in Harold's Cross to a snowy street in Poughkeepsie, from fields in County Monaghan to mountains in New Hampshire.

Keeping their own fine balance between scepticism and affirmation, the poems manage to hold things in focus — for a moment — so we can 'see more clearly in'.