Like Buddha

Brief visit to the Allotment this afternoon ...

... pond frozen, and not showing much sign of life!

Anyhow - here's Norman MacCaig's famous 'frog' poem, so you can imagine some pond life (and death) instead  ;-)


Frogs

Frogs sit more solid
than anything sits. In mid-leap they are
parachutists falling
in a free fall. They die on roads
with arms across their chests and
heads high.

I love frogs that sit
like Buddha, that fall without
parachutes, that die
like Italian tenors.

Above all, I love them because,
pursued in water, they never
panic so much that they fail
to make stylish triangles
with their ballet dancer’s
legs.

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Norman MacCaig (1910 – 1996)

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