Saturday, August 13, 2005 AD
Tracks in the snow of the world
Wonderful poem, from Gordon Brown's eulogy for Robin Cook, yesterday:
Praise of a Man
The beneficent lights dim
but don't vanish.
The razory edges
dull, but still cut.
He's gone:
but you can see
his tracks still, in the snow of the world.
- Norman McCaig
