Two emails of note this morning - one from Chris who's working in Manhatten for a few days. Amongst other things he sent me this poem by Norman MacCaig which he recommends reading aloud over a bottle of whisky. Must buy some whisky.
The second was from Gwennie who sent me some gorgeous piccies of her children. In the absence of permission to post those piccies here is Gwennie herself.
Green Water by Norman MacCaig
Green pool – green pool, the first I ever saw.
An Asiatic swarming of green life
Curdled the clear, the crystal with no flaw,
Soggily see-sawing, a soup of woods,
A brew of sappy stems, emulsion of
Peagreenest mosses – slipslopping under hoods
And howdahs of great clouds whose herds stood still
Over the sliding wind – a wind too small
To heave a cloud on like a glittering hill
But large enough to glaze with glints not green
The broth of greenness till the crystal showed
As liquid diamond lost when scarcely seen
But traitor to it all, till one could stare
At this very self of greenness and see there
The source of all clouds humped high in the air.
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