Three Days of Winter

i

 01/12/12

 

ii

 02/12/12

iii

 03/12/12



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Wild Is The Wind

November Dawn

Spindrift

Between mountain and sea

     Between mountain and sea

     Honey and salt - land smell and sea smell,
     as in the long ago, as in forever.

     The days pick me up and carry me off,
     half-child, half-prisoner,

    on their journey that I'll share
     for a while.

     They wound me and they bless me
    with strange gifts:

    the salt of absence,
    the honey of memory.


    Norman MacCaig

Glendhu ; Walk in

 

Who possesses this landscape? -
The man who bought it or
I who am possessed by it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

False questions, for
this landscape is masterless
and intractable in any terms
that are human.

 from 'A Man in Assynt'

Norman MacCaig 

Elegy for a deserted croft... ii

 

 

  

 

 

Elphin, Highlands

Callanais, Isle of Lewis