Oars, held still, drop
on black water
tiny rouladesof 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.
photo of Carcassonne by Alistair.
4 comments:
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
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.
He really does.
Hey Alistair! What an intriguing piece, I feel like I want to read more of it. Nice piccy, too =) Indigo
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