Suilven

by Richard on July 29, 2011

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1 Kim 07.29.11 at 11:08 pm: Quite biblical isn’t it, suddenly appearing out of a wilderness as it does? One almost expects to see a burning bush - or Charlton Heston appearing!
2 Bob Gilston 07.30.11 at 1:00 am: Climbing Suilven by Norman MacCaig

I nod and nod to my own shadow and thrust
A mountain down and down.
Between my feet a loch shines in the brown,
It’s silver paper crinkled and edged with rust.
My lungs say No;
But down and down this treadmill hill must go.

Parishes dwindle. But my parish is
This stone, that tuft, this stone
And the cramped quarters of my flesh and bone.
I claw that tall horizon down to this;
And suddenly
My shadow jumps huge miles away from me.