Norman MacCaig - Summer Farm lyrics

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Norman MacCaig - Summer Farm lyrics

Straws like tame lightnings lie about the gra** And hang zigzag on hedges. Green as gla** The water in the horse-trough shines. Nine ducks go wobbling by in two straight lines. A hen stares at nothing with one eye, Then picks it up. Out of an empty sky A swallow falls and, flickering through The barn, dives up again into the dizzy blue. I lie, not thinking, in the cool, soft gra**, Afraid of where a thought might take me – as This gra**hopper with plated face Unfolds his legs and finds himself in space. Self under self, a pile of selves I stand Threaded on time, and with metaphysic hand Lift the farm like a lid and see Farm within farm, and in the centre, me.