Thursday 28 June 2012

A Small Thing by Marion Angus


A hurt so small,'
    Say you,
'A thread of grey
    On blue,
So slight a thing
Less than a wild rose sting
Nothing at all.'
    And yet,
When thrushes call,
    Or winds awake
And sigh – and sink –
    And fall –
Into the evening’s grey
I think –
    And think
This small heartbreak
Will wear my life away. 
Marion Angus
Taken from The Turn of the Day  (Edinburgh: The Porpoise Press, 1931), and included inThe Singin Lass: selected work of Marion Angus, edited by Aimée Chalmers (Polygon, 2006

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