WELCOME to the website of the Dedalus Press, one of Ireland's leading literary publishers. We offer free shipping on all orders over €20 within Ireland and discounted rates further afield. Discounts on large orders by arrangement. Why not join our MAILING LIST, follow us on TWITTER or like us on FACEBOOK. Spread the Word: Poetry Matters.

If Ever You Go

IF EVER YOU GO: A Map of Dublin in Poetry and Song is a major verse anthology from Dedalus Press in which editors Pat Boran and Gerard Smyth present a unique invitation to explore, street by street, one of the world's most famous literary cities through the poems and songs it has inspired down the ages.

A virtual tour of the city and environs, If Ever You Go takes the reader on a journey through streets broad and narrow, featuring verse both familiar and new, historical and contemporary, by writers whose work adds up to an intimate and revealing portrait of a place and its people. Contributors include poets already synonymous with the city — Swift, Yeats, Joyce, Beckett, Clarke and Kavanagh among them — as well as a host of others, including Kinsella, Heaney, Boland, Bolger and Meehan, who have made some part of it their own.

Street singers and balladeers rub shoulders with haiku and performance poets in an anthology that has its heart set on the very streets we live, work and play on. Groundbreaking in reach, celebratory in outlook, If Ever You Go is a record of the connections and epiphanies, the morning visions and the late-night wanderings that between them make up a map of a city where poetry truly matters. BUY


"If Ever You Go is one of the best publishing ideas in decades and a particular delight for those whose souls, for better or worse, are rooted in the city and its past."
— Dublin Review of Books


There are innumerable guide books to Dublin, but If You Ever Go is unique in essentially being a map of the city's imagination
— Evening Herald.


Featured Authors:


Fergus Allen was born in Dublin in 1921. After schools in Dublin and Waterford he read Engineering in Trinity College, Dublin, where he was also active... MORE


Thomas Kinsella was born in Dublin in 1928. Abandoning a Science Scholarship at UCD he entered the Civil Service in 1946 where he was assistant Principal... MORE


Katherine Duffy was born in Dundalk in 1962. Her debut poetry collection, The Erratic Behaviour of Tides, was published by Dedalus Press in 1998, and... MORE


John O'Donnell was born in 1960. His work has appeared in newspapers and journals in Ireland, the UK, the US and Australia, and has been broadcast... MORE


Joseph Woods was born in Drogheda in 1966. He studied biology and chemistry, holds an MA in Poetry, and has worked as a chemist, a teacher and director... MORE


Gerard Fanning was born in Dublin in 1952. A graduate of University College Dublin, he has published three collections of poems with the Dedalus Press:... MORE


Pádraig J. Daly was born in Dungarvan, Co. Waterford in 1943 and works as an Augustinian priest in Dublin. He has published several collections... MORE


Enda Coyle-Greene was born in Dublin in 1954 and lives in Skerries, Co. Dublin. She has published widely and is a frequent contributor to programmes... MORE


Theo Dorgan was born in Cork in 1953. He is a poet, prose writer, documentary screenwriter, editor, translator and broadcaster. Dedalus reissued his... MORE


Enda Wyley was born in Dublin in 1966. She has published four collections of poetry with the Dedalus Press: Eating Baby Jesus (1994), Socrates in the... MORE


Gerard Smyth was born in Dublin in 1951. He has been publishing poetry in literary journals in Ireland, Britain and North America since the late 1960s.... MORE


Leeanne Quinn was born in Drogheda in 1978. She studied at University College Dublin, University College Cork, and holds a PhD from Trinity College... MORE


Iggy McGovern was born in Coleraine and lives in Dublin, where he is Professor of Physics at Trinity College.  Awards include the Hennessy Literary... MORE


Paula Meehan was born in 1955 in Dublin where she still lives. She studied at Trinity College, Dublin, and at Eastern Washington University in the U.S.... MORE


Leland Bardwell was born in India, grew up in Leixlip and was educated in Dublin with extra mural studies in London University. She has published five... MORE

Poem of the Month

Easter 1916
William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

That woman’s days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our wingèd horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone’s in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse  — 
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

September 25, 1916

(from If Ever You Go: A Map of Dublin in Poetry and Song, 2014)


Search Our Shop:

Search Authors:

Website design by dmac media