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[timebythetail]

Summer Farm Norman MacCaig Straws like tame lightnings lie about the grass And hang zigzag on hedges. Green as glass The water in the horse-trough shines. Nine ducks go wobbling by in two straight lines. A hen stares at nothing with one eye, Then picks it up. Out of an empty sky A swallow falls and, flickering through The barn, dives up again into the dizzy blue. I lie, not thinking, in the cool, soft grass, Afraid of where a thought might take me – as This grasshopper with plated face Unfolds his legs and finds himself in space. Self under self, a pile of selves I stand Threaded on time, and with metaphysic hand Lift the farm like a lid and see Farm within farm, and in the centre, me.

[letscollectallthethings]

[freewhispersmaker]

Visiting Hour – Norman MacCaig The poem “Visiting hour” by Norman McCaig is about the poet visiting someone (possibly his mother) who is terminally ill in hospital.

[freewhispersmaker]

Visiting Hour – Norman MacCaig The poem “Visiting hour” by Norman McCaig is about the poet visiting someone (possibly his mother) who is terminally ill in hospital.

[freewhispersmaker]

Visiting Hour – Norman MacCaig

Visiting Hour – Norman MacCaig

The poem “Visiting hour” by Norman McCaig is about the poet visiting someone (possibly his mother) who is terminally ill in hospital. It is about human suffering and how helpless a person can feel when faced with a loved one dying, knowing that there is nothing you can really do to help.

The poem has a tone that makes things seem strange and threatening. It is full of distortion and strange ways…

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Assisi by Norman MacCaig - Literature Review

Assisi by Norman MacCaig – Literature Review

[ad_1] A poem which explores an important theme is Assisi by Norman MacCaig. The reader is drawn into an uncomfortable tableau where the themes of hypocrisy and corruption inherent in the affectation of religious piety are brought into sharp relief. Written in the poetic form of free verse, the poet sidesteps the traditional form of rhyme and rhythm in an attempt to develop this idea of…

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[walternate-bishop]

Memorial by Norman MacCaig is literally one of the saddest poems I have ever read. “Everywhere I go she dies” and “the sound of soundlessness” are such sad lines like why do they make us read stuff that is so sad?

[simdav]

The stars go out one by one as though a bluetit the size of the world were pecking them like peanuts out of the sky's string bag, A ludicrous image, I know. Take away the gray light. I want the bronze shields of summer or winter's scalding sleet. My mind is struggling with itself. That fishing boat is a secret approaching me. It's a secret coming out of another one. I want to know the first one of all. Everything's in the distance, as I am. I wish I could flip that distance like a cigarette into the water. I want an extreme nearness. I want boundaries on my mind. I want to feel the world like a straitjacket.

On the pier at Kinlochbervie by Norman MacCaig