GEORGE
MACKAY BROWN
from
Rackwick: A Child's
Scrapbook
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valley was a green jar, corn crammed The green bowl brimmed with milk, honey, fish-oil Once, the green jar tilted at sixteen hungry doors Sealed in the jar now dust of old laughter and grief They say, the jar flawed with heaviness of coins Long fallen, the jar – shards half hidden in rushes Hills tell old stories. Cliffs are poets with harps Brightness broached – Shoal, peatbog, sheaves Waver west, fish, with moon and stars. The sun's a cornstalk © GMB 1989 |
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from The Wreck of the Archangel published 1989 reprinted 2001 John Murray (Publishers) Ltd 50 Albemarle Street London W1X 4BD |