on 10 November 2010
This slim volume, issued as a centenary celebration of the MacCaig's birth, is both a fitting tribute and a perfect introduction to the work of one of the grand old men of British poetry. Vivid with highland landscapes and shot through with fiery feelings modestly expressed, Norman MacCaig's poems are musical, wry and haunting. Whether lamenting a dead collie, or celebrating Buddha-like frogs he is a master of observation: his voice is intimate, compassionate and brimming with awe for the natural world. Though he died at a fine age, we can still mourn him. 'I look at the face of death,' he writes in Myself After Her Death 'and say 'I hate you' to destroy such wonders.' Buy this book for yourself, or even better buy it for others, and you can be sure it will be cherished.