[863] Frogs
Guest poem submitted by Anustup Datta, <anustupd@>
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.
-- Norman MacCaig
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Absolutely delightful. I think the comparison with Italian tenors is
especially perfect - it makes you really sit up and chuckle.
Anustup.
[Links etc.]
MacCaig poems on the Minstrels:
Poem #755, Gone are the days
Poem #699, Incident
There's more about MacCaig online at
http://www.geocities.com/william_brodie/maccaig/backgr.html
This site also has a fair collection of his poetry.
Random irrelevancies:
Poem #544, Toads -- Philip Larkin
Poem #799, Mr Toad -- Kenneth Grahame