Irish version by Gabriel Rosenstock, English translation by Garry Bannister. 

Here, in one of his finest collections ever, he speaks to the spirit of the doomed Li He, who died in his twenties.

In these finely tuned lyrical conversations, we are brought 'over the hills and far away' into a world where we smell plum blossoms and courtesans' perfume; we hear cuckoo calls and 'dancing music from all quarters;' and enter an ancient world of war, drought and plague that has uncanny resonances of our own age.

These beautiful and glittering poems 'sing to the stars,' both in Rosenstock's exquisite original Irish and in Gary Bannister's lucent English translations."--Liam Carson

Níos mó ná aon fhile Gaelach eile ár linne, tá Rosenstock i mbun comhrá suntasach le filíocht an oirthir le fada an lá. Anseo i gceann de na bailiúcháin is fearr dá chuid, cuireann sé súil ar spiorad Li He, a fuair bás ina fichidí.”

“More  than any other Irish poet of our times, Rosenstock has long engaged in a remarkable dialouge with the poetry of the east. Here in one of his finest collections ever, he sparks to the spirit of the doomed Li He, who died in his twenties.”