Scotland Archives - Scottish Poetry Library

A visit to Braemar - by Judith Taylor

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and you took a pride in / never being the kind of passer-through / who carves their name on anything

What the Clyde said, after COP26 - by Kathleen Jamie

{ Poem }

Think of me as a long level
liquid ear gliding slowly by.
I heard the world’s words,
the pleas of peoples born
where my ships once sailed,

three fish - by Thomas A. Clark

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Box work

yellowhammer - by Thomas A. Clark

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Box work

In Memoriam - by James Pittendrigh Macgillivray

{ Poem }

Blue-eyed, white-souled; blameless in word and deed! —
How fortunate a thing it is to leave
This life in such a way that none may grieve,

Hesepe: II - by Archibald Allan Bowman

{ Poem }

How hard it is to think upon this shoal
Of Inanition that the world’s ablaze.

11:00: Baldovan - by Don Paterson

{ Poem }

Base Camp. Horizontal sleet. Two small boys
have raised the steel flag of the 20 terminus:

me and Ross Mudie are going up the Hilltown
for the first time ever on our own.

A Poet’s Welcome to his Love-Begotten Daughter - by Robert Burns

{ Poem }

Thou’s welcome, Wean! Mishanter fa’ me,
If thoughts o’ thee, or yet thy Mamie.

Brooklyn Cop - by Norman MacCaig

{ Poem }

Built like a gorilla but less timid,
thick-fleshed, steak-coloured, with two
hieroglyphs in his face that mean
trouble,

Hotel Room, 12th Floor - by Norman MacCaig

{ Poem }

This morning I watched from here
a helicopter skirting like a damaged insect
the Empire State Building,

Hello, I am Scotland - by Michael Pedersen

{ Poem }

Who wakes every morning
/ in a brilliant mood as auburn bursts
/ cast filigree nets over foreheads
/ and swingparks and paint themselves
/ on pavements.

Here’s a health to them that’s awa - by Robert Burns

{ Poem }

Here’s freedom to them that wad read,
Here’s freedom to them that wad write!
There’s nane ever fear’d that the truth should be heard,
But they whom the truth would indite.

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