#macdiarmid

[letscollectallthethings]

[thatuntraveledworld]

The Watergaw

One wet, early evening in the sheep-shearing season I saw that occasional, rare thing — broken shaft of a rainbow with its trembling light Beyond the downpour of the rain And I thought of the last, wild look you gave Before you died.

The skylark’s nest was dark and desolate, My heart was too But I have thought of that foolish light Ever since then And I think that perhaps at last I know What your look meant then.

- Hugh MacDiarmid (1892-1978)