John Montague Poems
- White Water The light, tarred skin of the currach rides and...
- No Music I'll tell you a sore truth, little understood It's ...
- Uprooting My love, while we talked They removed the roof. ...
- The Golden Hook Two fish float: one slowly ...
- Blessing A feel of warmth in this place. In winter air, a ...
- There Are Days There are days when one should be able to ...
- Like Dolmens Round My Childhoo... -new-
John Montague is an Irish poet. He was born in New York and brought up in Tyrone. He has published a number of volumes of poetry, two collections of short stories and two volumes of memoir. He is one of the best known Irish contemporary poets. In 1998 he became the first occupant of the Ireland Chair of Poetry.
John Montague was born in Brooklyn, New York, on February 28, 1929. His father, James Montague, an Ulster Catholic, from County Tyrone, had gone to America in 1925 to join his brother John. Both were sons of John Montague, who had been a Justice of the Peace, combining his legal duties with being a schoolmaster, farmer, postmaster and director of ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about John Montague
for Line McKie
The light, tarred skin
of the currach rides
and receives the current,
rolls and responds to
the harsh sea swell.
Inside the wooden ribs
a slithering frenzy; a sheen
of black-barred silver-
green and flailing mackerel:
the iridescent hoop
of a gasping sea trout.
As a fish gleams most
fiercely before it dies,
so the scales of the sea-hag
shine with a hectic
that light in the narrows
before a storm breaks.