John Montague

(28 February 1929-- / New York, New York)

John Montague Poems

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1. White Water 11/24/2014
2. There Are Days 1/20/2003
3. The Golden Hook 1/13/2003
4. Uprooting 1/13/2003
5. Blessing 1/13/2003
6. No Music 1/13/2003
Best Poem of John Montague

No Music

I'll tell you a sore truth, little understood
It's harder to leave, than to be left:
To stay, to leave, both sting wrong.

You will always have me to blame,
Can dream we might have sailed on;
From absence's rib, a warm fiction.

To tear up old love by the roots,
To trample on past affections:
There is no music for so harsh a song.


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