John o’ Lorn - by
My plaid is on my shoulder and my boat is on the shore,
/ And it’s all bye…
exile
Columcille - by
Exile I am, for to the last, I carry in my
/ heart the oak groves of Derry with their
/ white angels…
bho Cheum air Cheum - by
III
/
/ С фонарем обшaрьте
/ весь подлунный свет!
/ Той страны нa карте –
/ нет, в пространстве – нет.
/
/ Marina Tsvetaeva
/
/ Dh’fhàg thu Glaschu airson Cambridge, Cambridge
/ airson an…
To S. R. Crockett - by
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying,
/ Blows the wind on the…
The Wild Geese - by
‘Oh tell me what was on yer road, ye roarin’ norlan’ Wind,
As ye cam’ blawin’ frae the land that’s niver frae my mind?
My feet they traivel England, but I’m deein’ for the north.’
‘My man, I heard the siller tides rin up the Firth o Forth.’
Canadian Boat-Song - by
Listen to me, as when ye heard our father
/ Sing long ago, the song of other shores-
/ Listen to me,…
Hame - by
(St Andrew’s Day under the Southern Cross)
/
/ GOD bless our land, our Scotland,
/ Grey glen an’…
To Exiles - by
Are you not weary in your distant places,
/ Far, far from Scotland of the mist and storm,
/ In drowsy airs,…
Bohemia Lies by the Sea - by
If houses here are green, I’ll step inside a house.
/ If bridges here are sound, I’ll walk on solid ground.
January, 5 - by
Off Lindisfarne
/ the waves shiver like monks
/ at their ablutions.
/
/ Under high horizontals
/ of ice-cloud, the sky
/ scrubbed clean as a dairy.
/
/ The train darts north,
/ hungry…
Little Sea House - by
Little sea house,
/ when I found you,
/ the yellow poppies
/ …
Birds - by
According to the latest classification, Kurds
/ now belong to a species of bird
/ which is why, across the torn, yellowing…