Sunday, 10 April 2011

The Sunday Post

Rain on Leaves. Scone Palace.

Hullo ma wee blog,

The poem for this Sunday is;

Sure Proof.

I can no more describe you
than I can put a thing for the first time
where it already is.

If I could make a ladder of light
or comb the hair of a dream girl with a real comb
or pour a table into a jug...

I'm not good at impossible things
And that is why I'm sure
I will love you for my ever.

Norman MacCaig. 1968


dbs said...

This poem itself is sure proof indeed. And what woman wouldn't melt upon hearing it whispered?

Rebecca S. said...


Alistair said...

Sometimes there is a perfect match of word to emotion and for me this is one.

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