Likenesses. {1962}
It comes to mind,
Where there is room enough, water goes
Between tall mountains and small toes.
Or, if I like,
When sun rises, his first light explores
Under high clouds and underneath low doors.
Or, {doing it still}
Darkness can hide beside all that it hid
Behind a nightfall and a dropped eyelid.
Why do I add
Such notions up, unless they say what's true
In ways I don't quite see, of me and you?
Norman MacCaig.
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