Filmpoem 42 / Grand Union Bridge - by
A filmpoem based on a poem by Ian Duhig.
A filmpoem based on a poem by Ian Duhig.
They took our birlinn, stem and stern-postsHigh as a Venetian gondola’s, and up-turned it.Every tide in the bladder-wracked sea-tongue its keel Bridged, swam the eel-currentRaces that tracked South and NorthInto and out of the Atlantic. And theyDocked our tongues, every man’s that daredGive out a taste of his father’s banter,Effortless sound-shapes an islander’s born to. […]
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
/ Alas! I am very sorry to say
/ That ninety lives have been taken away
/ On the…
Hold the wish on your tongue
/ As you cross
/ What the bridge cannot hear
/ Cannot fall
/
/ For the river would carry…
Here, I should surely think of home –
my country and the neat steep town
where I grew up.
A sky that tastes of rain that’s still to fall
/ And then of rain that falls and tastes of sky…
/ The colour…
Knitting and riveting / pinning and weaving, /
knitting and riveting / pinning and weaving, /
building the girders out / over the water;/
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