Sunday, 20 February 2011

The Sunday Post

Speeches were never his thing......

Hullo ma wee blog,

This weeks post, again from Norman MacCaig, is for Dad who died two years ago today.

Praise of  a man.

He went through company like a lamplighter -
see the dull minds one after another,
begin to glow. to shed
a beneficient light.

He went through life like a knifegrinder -
see the dull minds
scattering sparks of themselves,
becoming razory, becoming useful.

He went through a company,
as himself. But now he's one
of the multitudinous company of the dead
where are no individuals.

The beneficient lights dim
but don't vanish. The razory edges
dull but still cut. He's gone: but you can see
his tracks still, in the snow of the world.

See you later.

9 comments:

The Gaelic Wife said...

Beautiful tribute to your father.

jono said...

I'm speechless. What a great poem. What a great way to mark the anniversary.

coastkid said...

Hi Al...
A hard time for you i imagine...
I hope your OK,
From me and my big bro who was on the phone tonight and asking for you,
love your blog and writings...

happy to meet for another pint again soon,

Bruce

Alistair said...

Cheers folks.....

dbs said...

"Razory" is such an excellent word.
Sorry about your Dad. My Dad died almost 8 years ago now. He left tracks too.

Alistair said...

I think that's an incredible image to represent the impact of a life isn't it. It's this ability with words MacCaig had that makes him such a favourite of mine.

Big Swifty said...

A very touching poem, and a good selection as a tribute to your pa. Thanks for sharing.

The Scudder said...

Lovely sentiment Al
I lost my Dad many years ago too but he's still around in my head .,.,
I just hope I too am remembered with such affection .,., a long time from now hopefully !!

Alistair said...

Thanks lads.

And I'll second that hope Scudder.....

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