The poems in The Gifts of Fortune, Peter McDonald's seventh book of
poems, cover a spectrum of personal history. They go to Belfast, Oxford,
and further afield; in time they visit the poet's pasts, his now, his
possible futures. Autobiographical detail abounds: McDonald's
experiences (as a working class boy in Belfast, who dreams of leaving,
and a middle-aged Oxford don, who dreams of going back) are filtered
through a deep instinct for poetic tradition. At the heart of the book
are two sequences: one, 'Mud, ' in which family, professional, and
literary histories are combined in strictly formal, but personally
unguarded, reflections on poetry, class, and privilege; and another,
'Blindness, ' where a series of ten line units test poetic form to (and
beyond) breaking-point, in a meditation on family and suffering,
disappointment and hope. Other poems return to themes of wealth and
poverty, love and loss, and the alienation and puzzlement of age.
Throughout the book, form is ghosted by the formless, hovering just
beyond the frame; and Fortune vies with Fate, quite another force.