THE GOAT PATHS

Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22305, 20 January 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)

THE GOAT PATHS

James Stephens wrote this poem:—

The crooked paths go every way Upon the hiU—they wind, about Through the heather in and out Of the quiet sunniness. And there the goats, day after day Stray in sunny quietness, Cropping here and cropping there, As they pause and turn and pass, •Now a bit of heather spray, Now a mouthful of the grass.

In the deeper sunniness. a In the place where nothing stirs, Quietly in quietness, ' In the quiet of the furze, For a time they come and lie Staring on the roving sky.

If you approach they run away, They leap and stare, away they bound, With a sudden angry sound. To the sunny quietude; Crouching down where nothing stirs In the silence of the furze, Couching down again to brood In the sunny solitude. I

If I were as wise as they, I would stray apart and brood, I 1 would beat a hidden way ' Through the quiet heather spray To a sunny solitude;

And should you come I’d run, away, I would make an angry sound, I would stare and turn and bound To the deeper quietude. To the place where nothing stirs In the silence of the furze.

In that airy quietness I would think as long as they; Through the quiet sunniness I would stray away to brood By a hidden beaten way In a sunny solitude. I would think until I found Something I can never find, Something lying on the ground, In x the bottom of my mind.

Builders in Britain have achieved wohderful effects with glass bricks, curved panels, and “armourplated” strips, which bend, but will not break under a stress of 10 tons.