tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post5132241509758633650..comments2024-03-21T05:30:03.220-04:00Comments on Science teacher: Spring, another year olderdoylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12901661320505882735noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-17310175913915540232015-03-23T12:14:59.339-04:002015-03-23T12:14:59.339-04:00This post makes me think of Alastair Reid's po...This post makes me think of Alastair Reid's poem, Scotland<br /><br />It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet,<br />when larks rose on long thin strings of singing<br />and the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels.<br />Greenness entered the body. The grasses<br />shivered with presences, and sunlight<br />stayed like a halo on hair and heather and hills.<br />Walking into town, I saw, in a radiant raincoat,<br />the woman from the fish-shop. 'What a day it is!'<br />cried I, like a sunstruck madman.<br />And what did she have to say for it?<br />Her brow grew bleak, her ancestors raged in their graves<br />as she spoke with their ancient misery:<br />'We'll pay for it, we'll pay for it, we'll pay for it!'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com