John o’ Lorn - by
My plaid is on my shoulder and my boat is on the shore,
/ And it’s all bye…
My plaid is on my shoulder and my boat is on the shore,
/ And it’s all bye…
Exile I am, for to the last, I carry in my
/ heart the oak groves of Derry with their
/ white angels…
III
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/ С фонарем обшaрьте
/ весь подлунный свет!
/ Той страны нa карте –
/ нет, в пространстве – нет.
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/ Marina Tsvetaeva
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/ Dh’fhàg thu Glaschu airson Cambridge, Cambridge
/ airson an…
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying,
/ Blows the wind on the…
‘Oh tell me what was on yer road, ye roarin’ norlan’ Wind,
/ As ye cam’ blawin’ frae the land that’s niver…
Listen to me, as when ye heard our father
/ Sing long ago, the song of other shores-
/ Listen to me,…
(St Andrew’s Day under the Southern Cross)
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/ GOD bless our land, our Scotland,
/ Grey glen an’…
Are you not weary in your distant places,
/ Far, far from Scotland of the mist and storm,
/ In drowsy airs,…
If houses here are green, I’ll step inside a house.
/ If bridges here are sound, I’ll walk on solid ground.
Off Lindisfarne
/ the waves shiver like monks
/ at their ablutions.
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/ Under high horizontals
/ of ice-cloud, the sky
/ scrubbed clean as a dairy.
/
/ The train darts north,
/ hungry…
Little sea house,
/ when I found you,
/ the yellow poppies
/ …
According to the latest classification, Kurds
/ now belong to a species of bird
/ which is why, across the torn, yellowing…
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