Kavanagh family bought Reynold’s Farm in Shancoduff in May 1925 for £267, after years of scrimping and saving. The farm measured 16 acres, three roods, and 19 perches. The Kavanagh family was very proud of this small parcel of land, as it was a sizable addition to their own farm.
The name ‘Shancoduff’ is an anglicisation (when a word is made to sound English) of the Irish for old, black hollow (sean chuadh dubh). This three-stanza poem is a kind of love letter to this unprepossessing (unattractive, unappealing) patch of land, which the speaker – likely Kavanagh himself – thought beautiful and special, even if others did not agree.
Kavanagh begins by describing the less-than-ideal positioning of his hilly land, yet his ‘My black hills have never seen the sun rising,/ Eternally they look north towards Armagh.’ In the Bible, Lot’s wife turned around to watch the city of Sodom burn, although she had been forbidden to, and she was turned to a pillar of salt as punishment. The poet wryly comments that, if Lot’s wife had been as ‘Incurious’ as his hills, she would have escaped unscathed. The repetition of ‘my black hills’ in line four emphasises the love the speaker has for this place, as does his ‘happy’ looking towards Glassdrummond Chapel, even if the morning sun does not touch them. The lovely image of dawn whitening Glassdrummond Chapel is classic Kavanagh – he has a wonderful ability to evoke the particular Irish landscape that he lived and worked in.