A Poet’s Welcome to his Love-Begotten Daughter - by
Thou’s welcome, Wean! Mishanter fa’ me,
If thoughts o’ thee, or yet thy Mamie.
Thou’s welcome, Wean! Mishanter fa’ me,
If thoughts o’ thee, or yet thy Mamie.
There is one grief worse than any other.
/ When your small feverish throat clogged, and quit
/ I knelt beside the chair on…
or as if in one brief flash I’d seen
/ a single track – yours forward, mine back.
/ …
in memory of my grandfather
/ (after Schubert’s piano sonata in C minor D958)
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/ Hammer-blows ring on a hull in dry-dock
/ then dazzling sparks…
She is that guid tae me so she is
/ an Am a burden tae her, I know Am ur.
/ Stuck here in…
It is my two-year-old daughter’s first total lunar eclipse. We light butter
/ lamps and offer special prayers. My father thumbs…
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