The Poet - by
The continent elected him a god, / Who could not read a compass or the stars
20th century poems
The Panthers - by
Within the confines of this room / My thoughts like hunting panthers roam
The Empty Glen - by
What gave this land to gradual decay? / The rocky field where plovers make their nest
Ressaif My Saul - by
Ressaif my saul, and lat it be / At ane with Thy felicitie.
Had I Twa Herts - by
Had I twa tongues to speak o thee / I cuidna let a morrow come / Had I twa tongues to speak o thee / I cuidna let a morrow come
Love Sang - by
A’ll love dee till da sheep’s gaet mizzers fifty yairds wide, / A’ll love dee till da shoormal lies a mile below da tide,
Shetlandic - by
An He hedna da hert ta baal dem awa, / For dey lookit dat boannie an rare,
Caald Clods an Tinder - by
Wi oot-straetched haand I grop me wye afore me, / No far fae da aidge o da slippery, steep banks broo.
Da Clearance - by
I can see da rüfs aa taekit, an da hens aroond da door;
Fok kerryin twartree paets hame, an rigs delled every voar.
Winter Twilight in West Lothian - by
The sun’s going down behind the great shale-heap
/ Over against the village; shadows creep
/ Shifting from door to door, and all the…
A Night’s Rain - by
The thunder clap may clatter –
/ The lichtnin’ flare awa’:
/ I’m listenin’ to the water,
/ …
Street Market - by
Here, under the awning of cotton,
/ Tomatoes are heaped in a flare
/ Of glossy red beauty, and rotten
/ Sick-sweet smells of fruit fill…