Cartlanna Clibe: John Montague

The Lure (for Seán Ó Riada)

John Montague Again, that note! A weaving melancholy, like a bird crossing moorland; pale ice on a corrie opening inward, soundless harp- strings of rain: the pathos of letters in the 1916 Room ‘Mother, I thank …’ a podgy landmine, … Tuilleadh

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