Its World Poetry Day; some details here and here ... and here's one of my all-time favourites:
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:
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, 1984
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