The Green Rose - by
Parts 3, 4, 5
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/ 3
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/ Howl’ on to your horses for the death of sweet
/ Jesus, he almost said, almost overpowered,
/ sensing her sniping…
Best Scottish Poems 2010
O Wildwood Bouquet! - by
I’m going to round off this head of kale
and pack it sweet beside
the yellow slips that are my butter-breaths.
Mrs McRobie - by
Caught sight of Davie McRobie bunking off school
/ while sitting at the…
Gaet-markers - by
for Gabriel Lalonde, artist, Québec
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/ At da stert, dey wir a makkin o wirds.
/ Some o da aerliest wis shurley ‘haem’
/ an wirds…
Doves, fig tree and walls - by
High walls, mute, shuttered windows:
/ La Cour Bastide
/ In the shady yard at break
/ in the hubbub of strange language
/ others chalked the grid…
Wife to Noah - by
I didna speak
/ whan it bleetert doon.
/ Ma man wis gey taen up wi’ getting us
/ sortit, an’ it wis…
November - by
A Scots owersett o a Poem bi John Clare
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/ The kintra sleeps in haar frae morn till nicht;
/ An, gin the sun…
Tom Potter - by
A man on the bus smiles at me and I stumble because
/ for a millisecond he’s Tom Potter, a man
/ who held…