Sunday, 15 September 2013

The Sunday Posts 2013/ Old Man Thinking.



Oars, held still, drop
on black water
tiny roulades
of waterdrops.
With their little sprinkling
they people
a big silence.

You who are long gone,
my thoughts of you are like that:
a delicate, clear population
in the big silence
where I rest on the oars and
my boat
hushes ashore.

Norman MacCaig.
May 1967.

photo of Carcassonne by Alistair.

4 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari Om
...and there it is... an incredible shot of the chateau and that amazing verbal imagery of the MacCaig.

Can't beat the big silence. YAM xx

Alistair Robertson said...

Ha! Thanks Yamini.

This is the Aude Gate, facing the river. This is where we climbed into the city when we went there.

MacCaig has a poem for every emotion I think.

dbs said...

He really does.

Indigo Roth said...

Hey Alistair! What an intriguing piece, I feel like I want to read more of it. Nice piccy, too =) Indigo

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