In Opening Time there is a sense of a life
richly lived and imaginatively examined.
Time in both historical and personal terms
is central to these poems that meditate on
life, creation, and continuity. Delap is an
experienced sailor, and the sea is ever
present. The insights of a lone sailor, especially
along the west coast of Ireland,
are presented within a multigenerational
family context and an informed historical
These weeks of Aprilmay spring to life
rinsed and over-rung by song.
Blackbirds are calling everywhere
in more than thirteen ways.
It cannot last. Yesterday
I dreamt glad thoughts,
but when I came to speak them,
birdsong came from my mouth.
Mine, but sweeter, more true
than any of my words.