Sunday, 22 May 2011
The Sunday Post
Hullo ma wee blog,
Goat. {1956}
The goat, with amber dumbells in his eyes,
The blase lecher, inquisitive as sin,
White sarcasm walking, proof against surprise.
The nothing like him goat, goat-in-self,
Idea of goatishness made flesh, pure essence
In idle masquerade on a rocky shelf -
Hangs upside down from lushest grass to twitch
A shrivelled blade from the cliffs barren chest
And holds the grass well lost; the narrowest niche
Is frame for the devils face;the steepest thatch
of byre or barn is pavement to his foot;
The last. loved rose a prisoner to his snatch;
And the man in his man-ness, passing, feels suddenly
Hypocrite found out, hearing behind him that
Vulgar vibrato, thin derisive meh-eh.
Norman MacCaig.
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2 comments:
Another good'un! Love the "amber dumbells"!
Aye it made me smile too.
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