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Ineducable Me by Norman MacCaig Ineducable Me I don’t learn much, I’m a man of no improvements. My nose still snuffs the air in an amateurish way. My profound ideas were once toys on the floor, I love them, I’ve licked most of the paint off. A whisky glass is a rattle I don’t shake. When I love a person, a place, an object, I don’t see what there is to argue about. I learned words, I learned words: but half of them died for lack of exercise. And the ones I use often look at me with a look that whispers, Liar. How I admire the eider duck that dives with a neat loop and no splash and the gannet that suddenly harpoons the sea. — I’m a guillemot that still dives in the first way it thought of: poke your head under and fly down. Po...