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

3 comments:

dbs said...

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

Rebecca S. said...

Sigh...

Alistair said...

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

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