Sunday, 5 May 2013

The Sunday posts 2013/ Likenesses



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.
Photo by Alistair.
       

4 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari Om
Another great few lines from the MacCaig! He had a way, did he not? Here's to a fine week sorting out the light from the dark. YAM xx

dbs said...

I can't help but add notions up too.

Alistair Robertson said...

Hullo huys,

Yes Yamini sorting light and dark would be a good thing to do. And you're so right he had a wonderful way. That's why he's my favourite poet I think.

And you dbs, are a fine collector of notions. You've given me much to contemplate - or smile - about on many occasions.

Thank you both

Indigo Roth said...

I liked this, subtle stuff. Dammit, now I'm thinking.

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