The interest in the blog yesterday about Mountain Music I thought we would continue in this vein. My favourite poet is a no brainer and it took me years to hear and read these great words of “A man in Assynt” which I now rave on about so often and various blogs tell my views of the words that mean so much to me. Add to this poem some photos and the great man himself on a recording on the poem and this is pure bliss, even better sit outside the SMC hut at Elphin up in Assynt and listen to Norman’s recording with a dram, I thing I have done in the past.
Sadly at my School I was not taught about Norman MacCaig it was other poets that the establishment made us read and study. Gladly this has changed and future generations will learn so much about this incredible land we live in.
A Man In Assynt (extract)
Glaciers, grinding West, gouged out
these valleys, rasping the brown sandstone,
and left, on the hard rock below –
the ruffled foreland –
this frieze of mountains, filed
on the blue air –Stac Polly,
Cul Beag, Cul Mor, Suilven,
Canisp – a frieze and a litany.
What can you say? about these words and the description of this place Assynt I love it.
I wonder what are your favourite poems or verses ? Hamish Brown wrote a book about the Scottish Hills and guess who did the forward?