The Wind Has Robbed the Legs off a Madwoman
By Agnes Walsh
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A rare new book of verse from one of the most recognized and distinguished names in Newfoundland poetry and drama.
This intimate new collection by a beloved poet at the height of her craft draws from myth, folklore, local history, and the unique dialect of Irish Newfoundland. Considering the permeable barrier between inside and outside, between self and world, the deceptively-simple poems of The Wind Has Robbed the Legs Off a Madwoman convey wisdom and a profound depth of perception in their evocation of beauty, illness, vulnerability, and place. Walsh’s voice is indeed so distinct that if one were walking down the street and a page from this book blew around their feet, they would know after only a few lines that it was the work of Agnes Walsh.
Agnes Walsh
Poet and playwright Agnes Walsh was born in Placentia, Newfoundland. She has published three previous collections of poetry: In the Old Country of My Heart (Killick Press, 1996), Going Around with Bachelors (Brick Books, 2007), and Oderin (Pedlar Press, 2018). Her work as founder, artistic director, and writer for the Tramore Theatre Troupe (1999–2012) won her the Newfoundland and Labrador Hospitality Award. In 2011, her collection of plays Answer Me Home was published by Breakwater Books. She was the inaugural poet laureate for the City of St. John’s from 2006 to 2009 and was awarded the 2020 Hall of Honour Award from ArtsNL.
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The Wind Has Robbed the Legs off a Madwoman - Agnes Walsh
Seeing Nothing
Seeing nothing, even though
you are looking at what is there.
The long stretch of Cape road,
the caribou in a herd. You feel
the silence in their bodies,
watch their ears twitch
at the swirling snow.
They stare in a foreign tongue
that you almost understand.
The crows fly backwards
in the updraft of snow.
The car heater cocoons you,
lulling your body into a delta
of peace, of steamed windows.
The crack you make in the window
lets the outside in, tells you
this is the caribou’s world.
You are only a thief in the night
stealing emptiness.
You Can Go Up from the Sand and the Waves
and on every cliffside luminous lilies made their escape through stones
—Alice oswald
You can go up from the sand and the waves,
from the rocks folded into each other.
You can walk through thickets of tuckamore,
and there, in the hush of dense evergreen,
that lies so close to the earth,
there you can hear the sea.
But in here it is dulled. The gnarled trees have
gathered the sound: it has become a small ball
that you can round into your body, that you can
use to make you quiet. The scent of var,
of juniper berries, of that one wild violet,
can all be gathered without touching, without removing.
The tuckamore gives all this, holds it low.
Then it gives you shadows
that waver between light and dark.
And even sleep.
Even a dream.