nothing looked the same again

Just keeping the 'Spring' theme going ...

... here's a Sorley MacLean poem, taken from this truly wonderful 2011 'Collected Poems':


A Spring

At the far edge of a mountain there is a green nook
where the deer eat water-cress,
in its side a great unruffled eye of water,
a shapely jewel-like spring.

One day I came with my love
to the side of the remote brook.
She bent her head down to its brink
and it did not look the same again.

I reached the distant little green
many a time again, alone
and when I looked into the swirling water
there was in it only the face of my treasure-trove.

But the glens were going away
and the pillared mountains were not waiting for me:
the hills did not look
as if my chanced-on treasure had been seen.

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Sorley MacLean  (1911 – 1996)

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