I enjoyed this selection of poetry from John Hewitt. He has an artist's eye for the unusual, a knowledge that the Irish countryside brings forth lush treasures but he still doesn't 'belong' there (being a city boy), and he has a poignant turn of phrase whether composing about politics, Irish life, or family. Some of the more memorable poems for me were The Owl, The Green Shoot, An Irishman in Coventry, The Search, Neither an Elegy nor a Manifesto ("Bear in mind these dead..."), and I Lie Alone. This is a slim volume to keep coming back to.
This simple four-line poem gives a wonderful example of his mastery with words:
GREY AND WHITE
Grey sea, grey sky
two things are bright;
the gull-white foam,
the gull, foam-white.