‘When you see millions of the mouthless dead’ - by
When you see millions of the mouthless dead
/ Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
/ Say not soft things as…
20th century poems
Rooks - by
There, where the rusty iron lies,
/ The rooks are cawing all the day.
/ Perhaps no man, until…
‘All the Hills and Vales Along’ - by
All the hills and vales along
/ Earth is bursting into song,
/ And the singers are the chaps
/ Who are going…
The Whistle - by
He cut a sappy sucker from the muckle rodden-tree,
/ He trimmed it, an’ he wet it, an’ he thumped it on…
Gin I Was God - by
I’d cast my coat again, rowe up my sark,
An’, or they’d time to lench a second ark,
Tak’ back my word an’ sen’ anither spate,
Droon oot the hale hypothec, dicht the sklat
Heraclitus - by
They taul’ me, Heraclitus, that ye had worn awa’:
/ I grat to mind hoo aft we ca’d the crack atween the…
Hamewith - by
Hot youth ever is a ranger,
/ New scenes ever its desire;
/ Cauld Eild, doubtfu’ o’ the stranger,
/ …
To Exiles - by
Are you not weary in your distant places,
/ Far, far from Scotland of the mist and storm,
/ In drowsy airs,…
Bannocks o’ Barley - by
Just gie us a griddle, a guid Cu’-ross griddle,
/ A neivefu’ o’ salt and the side o’…
Hey, Jock, are ye Glad ye ‘Listed? - by
Hey! Jock, are ye glad ye ‘listed?
/ O Jock, but ye’re far frae hame!
/ What d’ye think…
A Lay of the Links - by
It’s up and away from our work to-day,
/ For the breeze sweeps over the down;
/ And it’s hey…
Advice to a Young Author - by
First begin
/ Taking in.
/ Cargo stored,
/ All aboard,
/ Think about
/ Giving out.
/ Empty ship,
/ Useless trip!
/
/ Never strain
/ Weary brain.
/ Hardly fit,
/ Wait a bit!
/ After rest
/ Comes the best.
/ Sitting still,
/ Let it fill;
/ Never…