If you suffer pain And you can’t stoop yourself for fear your spine, Stiffening under the strain, Will flex, with a jolt flex again Like the neck of a heron,Or a flamingo’s s of feather and flame swaying onIts stalk, or a mind goneSpiralling into itself like a dog’s digging up a bone Or trying […]
Field of the land producing thatch
/ Shieling of grinding wheat
/ Burn beside the dun coloured dell
/ Burn of the mournful bleat
/ Burn of the…
It is a union that suggests the essential mystery of the world.
/ Art for me is not an end in…
/ A long peninsula of solid rock,
/ upholstered every year in threadbare green.
/ Stones everywhere, ambiguous and burgeoning.
/ In Sanna ramparts of them
A broken necklace of crofts
/ strewn across the sandstone floor
/ of the north Caithness coast
/ these sea-beat parishes where the fields
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! / For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, / Long may…
(The series of 47 soliloquies is about the women left behind on the
/ Isle of Barra during the Second World…
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
/ And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: