Wanting to go,
all the leaves want to go
though they have achieved
their kingly robes.
Weary of colours,
they think of black earth,
they think of
white snow…
—Norman MacCaig, “Autumn”
published in The Poems of Norman MacCaig (Birlinn, 2009)
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Norman MacCaig #poetry on a planter, Rose Street
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He picked up a pebble
and threw it into the sea.
And another, and another.
He couldn’t stop…
—Norman MacCaig, “Small Boy”
Published in The Poems of Norman MacCaig, Birlinn 2011
It clamps itself to a rock, like a limpet,
And creeps up and down in a tide of people,
Hardly ever stranded in a tideless sabbath:
A pilgrimage place where all hymns are jubilant…
—Norman MacCaig, “A.K.’s Summer Hut”
published in THE POEMS OF NORMAN MACCAIG (Birlinn, 2009)
A bird’s voice chinks and tinkles
Alone in the gaunt reedbed –
Tiny silversmith
Working late in the evening…
—Norman MacCaig, “July evening”
published in THE POEMS OF NORMAN MacCAIG (Birlinn, 2009)
