When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom,And apples began to be golden-skinn’d,We harbour’d a stag in the Priory coomb,And we feather’d his trail up-wind, up-wind,We feather’d his trail up-wind—A stag of warrant, a stag, a stag,A runnable stag, a kingly crop,Brow, bay and tray and three on top,A stag, a runnable stag. […]
Alastair Cook of Filmpoem directs, with cinematography by James William Norton and sound by Luca Nasciuti.
‘Necessity is not the mother of invention; play is.’
/ Ian D. Suttie
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/ It gets late early out here
/ in the lacklustre places,
/ wind in…
4. Siubhal
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/ A’ bheinn luiseanach fhailleanach
/ Mheallanach lìontach,
/ Gun choimeas dh’ a fallaing
/ Air thalamh na Crìosdachd:
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/ ‘S ro-neònach tha mise,…
The quiet opening
/ between fence strands
/ perhaps eighteen inches.
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/ Antlers to hind hooves,
/ four feet off the ground,
/ the deer poured through.
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/ No tuft of the…
Is and sin tangatar cruiti Cainbile o Es Ruaid dia n-airfidedh.
/ Indar leo-sam ba do taisceladh forra ó Ulltaib tangatar,…
