Poems | Scottish Poetry Library

from Don Juan - by George Gordon, Lord Byron

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It may seem a schoolboy’s whine,
And yet I seek not to be grand nor witty,
But I am half a Scot by birth, and bred
A whole one, and my heart flies to my head.

To the Moon - by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth?

Myeloma Moths - by Karen Patricia Schofield

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The moths came with a soft flutter one night and burrowed intothe deepest recesses of cloth. Their offspring had their fill, gnawedthe wool and cashmere mix of a coatframed by a hanger, shaped like you. They punched out holes, some like starswhich didn’t shine, coalesced into craters.Silver dust littered the wardrobe carpet. They were driven […]

from Private Poem to Norman Macleod - by W. S. Graham

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The spaces in the poem are yours.They are the place where youCan enter as yourself aloneAnd think anything in.

Healings 2 - by Kathleen Jamie

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At midnight the north sky is blues and greys, with a thin fissure of citrine just above the horizon. It’s light when you wake, regardless of the hour. At 2 or 4 or 6am, you breathe light into your body. A rose, a briar rose. A wild rose and its thorned stem. What did Burns […]

The Wren’s Nest - by Robert Burns

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The Robin cam to the wren’s nest
And keekit in and keekit in.

intelligence - by Thomas A. Clark

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Candle

No Man is an Island - by John Donne

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No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.

Night River - by Leonard McDermid

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sharp
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/ shore beyond the flats
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/ wind …

glimpsed in passing - by Julie Johnstone

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Badge

Early conversations - by Christine De Luca

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When I used to shake a branch to douse your pram with blossom, was it a kind of caim, a ring of blessednessI tried to wrap you in? You chuckledtill your white curls shivered. Or when I lifted you right up close to the fragrant rose, was it to inoculate against all that iscrass and coarse? You pulledand crushed […]

Eye Chart - by Nuala Watt

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T H E E Y E C H A R T I scowl towards his voice. He says the mapmarks how far vision goes. If I could creep up close I’d learn the journey. His technique restricts me to a chair so he can track how far I travel down the chart alonebefore I pause. […]

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