In the stanza he is fully immersed in nature. The metaphysical thoughts that he initially fears; ‘afraid of where thought might take me (after all these are not easy questions),’ gradually emerge and he begins to consider the larger questions of existence; who is he, where did he come from and what is his place in the world.The crux lies in the final stanza, where the poet sees himself as part of a sequence of ‘selves . . . threaded on time’; he is no longer just an individual, but ‘a pile of selves’ – ‘Self under self, a pile of selves’ gives us the idea of uncovering layers of self’ (similar to a Russian doll) ‘Farm within farm’ suggests that he is only one in a sequence of people connected with this particular place. Similarly, he seems able to see beyond, or inside, the farm to visualise ‘farm within farm’. An image perhaps reminiscent of the Russian dolls; as you open each one, another – smaller but similar – is revealed .Suggesting that he considers his inner self or true self as something different to his outer self; that which he projects to the world.
It has been said of MacCaig that he was “a poet who could write in an unpretentious way about ordinary things and make them astonishing”, and that he was “a master miniaturist”.Until the final stanza there is perhaps nothing