Tag: time passing

by Graham Fulton
sitting in The Scotia / after John McGarrigle who- / was-killed-in-The Clutha’s funeral, / wolfing / triangular tuna sandwiches / and listening to someone singing / We Shall Overcome / into a feedback microphone,...
by Liz Lochhead
How does she feel? Hey, girl, did it feel strange / To be waiting for the a-changing times to change?...
by Sorley MacLean
‘Tha tìm, am fiadh, an coille Hallaig’ / / Tha bùird is tàirnean air an uinneig / trom faca mi an Àird Iar / ’s tha mo...
by Marion Angus
A fine player was he ... / ‘Twas the heather at my knee, / The Lang Hill o’ Fare / An’ a reid rose-tree, / A bonnie dryin’...
by Christine De Luca
Mirknen haps a rummelled broch / on Houlland’s knowe, rowes hit / in a twilt o lavendar: saft smored / as a Danish...
by Douglas Dunn
Air-psalters and pages of stone / Inscribed and Caledonian / Under these leaf-libraries where / Melodious lost literature / Remembers itself! A white / Dove climbs on its Columban flight / In...
by Diana Hendry
Like evolution the Christmas card list, / no dramatic change, just the drop / of a name or a change of places, / a...
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