Sunday, 3 July 2011

The Sunday Post

If we lived in a world where bells
truly say 'ding-dong' and where 'moo'
is a rather neat thing
said by a cow,
I could believe you could believe
that these sounds I make in the air
and these shapes with which I blacken white paper
have some reference
to the thoughts in my mind
and the the feelings in the thoughts.

As things are
if I were to gaze in your eyes and say
'bow-wow' or 'quack' you must take that to be
a dispairing anthology of praises'
a concentration of the opposites
of reticence, a capsule
of my meaning of meaning
that I can no more write down
than I could spell the sound of the sigh
I would then utter, before
dingdonging and mooing my way
through all the lexicons and languages
of imprecision.

By Norman MacCaig, October 1964.


dbs said...

Words do indeed fail us but not so terribly as we might think sometimes. Thankfully.

Nicky said...

Another lovely MacCaig entry for us! I also loved the reference to "cows" and "bells", given your current European location!

Alistair said...

That's true dbs - {for me most of the time anyway!}

Nicky - Jings.....I hadn't thought of that before, but now you mention it.......!!!

The Gaelic Wife said...

Riffing on Nicky's post... More cowbell!!!

Alistair said...


Nice one GW!

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