Sunday, 26 July 2015

“Windharp” by John Montague

Art by Nora Duffy

For Patrick Collins

The sounds of Ireland,
that restless whispering
you never get away
from, seeping out of
low bushes and grass,
heatherbells and fern,
wrinkling bog pools,
scraping tree branches,
light hunting cloud,
sound hounding sight,
a hand ceaselessly
combing and stroking
the landscape, till
the valley gleams 
like the pile upon
a mountain pony's coat..

—John Montague, born Brooklyn, NY, 1929, brought up in Garvaghey, Co. Tyrone. Poem found in Real Cool: poems to grow up with edited by Niall MacMonagle (1994)

See also:

An Analysis of the Poetry of John Montague at REVIEWS RANTS AND RAMBLES   by Vincent Hanley