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.