I was taken aback to find Dorothy Molloy described as a "subtle" poet in the blurb for Hare Soup, her first and - almost - last collection. She struck me, rather, as someone who sought to buck every trend, zipping and zutting her way through establishments both political and poetical. Established poetic forms, for Molloy, are an oppressive force to be countered by a rout of female voices adopting the [...]