Ostensibly about walking the high places but the tease is in the opening
line, the point where the reader can go in one of two offered directions, it
seems to me.
We can wonder at the place which in truth is scantily described here, or we
can dare to look into that 'bourn from which' no traveller returns'. I think
you are offering the second viewing the most vigorously.The choice is
cleverly offered and I enjoyed the poem for its double -edged quality.
There is I feel a reference to the 'near-death experiences' we hear and read
about, the' walking towards the light' bit.
On a personal note I have to say I sometimes almost envy faith that sees
death as so gentle a thing, a passing over. I have no alternative to offer
except the excitement of not knowing to set against the comfort of others'
certainty.Regards Arthur.----- Original Message -----
From: "Bob Cooper" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, September 05, 2003 5:42 PM
Subject: The Pass From Coruisk
Prompted by Colin's poem? One of my side-effects? Maybe... Whatever!
One for C & C:
The Pass From Coruisk
Maybe dying's like this:
in the dazed head of the valley
between the grey-green-grey-green mountains
nearing where you pass over,
where heat and the breeze dry sweat
and breathing is so difficult.
Not far now. One look back
at the loch's calm surface,
the soft sound of the burn
how it holds, gives out its light,
then look up, keep walking.
So where's Coruisk?
Well, if you want to know then type Loch Coruisk into Google and browse for
a wee while. or
www.the-little-gallery.co.uk/Gallery/Prints
has a canny image - but the place is too much for painting and photographs
IMHO! How's it work in a poem, tho?
Bob
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