Iarna şi primăvara, de sărbători circulau mici pachete în Transilvania; o pereche de şosete împletite, mănuşi din resturi de lână,…
Gone doun ae Sunday to the back-green
/ to take her washing in, my wife was raped
/ up the back-passage by an unseen
No one makes soup like my Grandpa’s,
/ with its diced carrots the perfect size
/ and its diced potatoes the perfect size
/ and its…
The Alban stands away now, rocking and dark,
/ Sandy alone aboard, in the wheel-house, keeping
/ The engine slow but a constant…
His drifter swung in the night
/ from a mile of nets
/ between the Shiants and Harris.
/ My boy’s eyes watched
/ the lights of the…
Jamie made his landing in the world
/ so hard he ploughed straight back into the earth.
/ They caught him by the thread…
There are no stars tonight
/ But those of memory.
/ Yet how much room for memory there is
/ In the loose…
Aunt Julia spoke Gaelic
/ very loud and very fast.
/ I could not answer her —
/ I could not understand her.
It is VE Night, Tobermory.
/ Cottages blaze and shimmer in the mirror of the bay.
/ Light is necklaced everywhere,
/ on the…