An online library of poems from the Scottish Poetry Library.
Tha gach rud ’s eòl dhomh mu mhoraltachd ’s dleastanas an urra ri Franco Baresi a’ tarraing cudeigin sìos far a’ bhall’ air Football Italia. Sheachnaich sinn Sgòil Shàbaid a dh’fhaicinn. Ciod is crìoch àraidh do’n duine? Dia a ghlòrachadh, agus a mhealtuinn gu siorruidh.Tha Dia ’na spiorad, neo-chrìochnach, bith bhuan, agus neo-chaochluidheach. Is e […]
Dhaibh a tha ga fhaighinn, ’s e prèasant a th’ ann de thìm, de làithean, bhliadhnaichean: gioft neo-fhèineilagus fialaidh air a thoirt seachad tro dhòchas agus eòlas nach robh comasach, nach robh fiu ’s so-shaoilsinn airson tòrr de ar n-eachdraidh,’S e cuimhneachan a th’ ann nach eil sinn beò nar n-aonarach air ar cuartachadh le […]
The curlew’s cry undams damp sight: /
that drowning flagon calls for reeling in!
I watch them sweep away, past the reeds, the / ducklings, the rusting hot pink bike protruding iceberg like from / the rushing amber stream.
The choices we make
To still stay in the water
For a glimpse of gold
The sky’s static opens, made tender in its waiting / And blinks its eyes furiously to catch / The cavalry’s last wave, and it’s silent in its thrashing / Reveal of the tall stone here, below.
Grasses bend their strands away from my white calves. /
Wooden metatarsal flattening aspiration,
on the stone below.
You sewed affection onto me, /
scab-like, sucky tendrils wrapping /
around your inky needle.
Here I love all things. / And if a great winged angel / had risen from the earth
and burst apart, / I would have gathered its feathers.
I’m not used to being this full /
to feel my stomach /
stretching, /
becoming a sphere,
To wet you with the full layer,
/
that was almost a comfort
/
beside what comes next.
Before we return from the wild,
we pull three cards: past, present, future.
Leaning over the deck, I feel our
three bodies tiptrych and Venn diagram.
