An online library of poems from the Scottish Poetry Library.
Va duillagyn ny Fouyir nyn lhie; Lieh-ooir myr v’adsyn nish, va cheet dy ve Covesit lesh y thalloo mea ren fassaghey ad Er-feiy nyn laaghyn, voish nyn cheet magh, As choud’s v’ad jiole neese beaghey, As bishaghey y billey liorish soilshey ny greiney. As nish v’ad ceaut neose, dy’assaghey Duillagyn noa ’sy traa ry-heet. Ren […]
Fatel ytho yllyn-ny gul defnythA’gan geryow fol ha whek,Geryow kerys ha nygromansek,Geryow gothyk, nep a bon a ves genen-ny?Syns avan an gweder dh’agan tybyans’Wheth warnodho, segh-ef glan;Gesyn dhyn-ny dalleth arta.Martesen, bledhen war bledhen,Os arta os, ny a vyth cafosWorteweth an styr gwyr kellys – Nag yu yn agan lynow bardhonnekMes ynter an lynow-na,Goskesek, ow hyntya a […]
Ti’n cofio bod yn saith. Hufen iâ a chwarae yn nefoedd. Syml. Ffaith. Heddiw, mae dy galon yn gwybod bod un sy’n mynnu dy sylw yn dy wneud di yn rywuna ti’n gwybod â phob atom o dy fod bod y teimlad yn wir. Ond fory, neu drennydd neu dradwy fydd hyn yr un mor […]
Pwy dorrodd y ffenest? Y bêl. Pwy giciodd y bêl? Wn i ddim. Pa hogia oedd rhain? Wn i ddim. Wel, pwy oedd yn chwarae? Ni’r hogia’. Ti’n siwr nad chdi wnaeth ei chicio? Na, mi welish i hynny’n reit glir. Felly gwelaist yn iawn pwy wnaeth gicio? …dwi’m yn siŵr o’n i yno, […]
Mura h-urrainn dhuinn earbsa a chur anns na naidheachdan a leughas sinn no a chluinneas sinn no a chì sinn nach biodh e cho math dhuinn gach inneal a chur dhethagus èisteachd ri buillear cridhe fhèin? Feuch an tigeadh guth tron t-sàmhchair.
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many – they are few.’
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
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.
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth?
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 […]
The spaces in the poem are yours.They are the place where youCan enter as yourself aloneAnd think anything in.
