Hoodit angels flaffin by like craws o licht, pear trees reishin, the waff o yalla roses, the soun o greitin i the nicht, the dirl o a lassie’s finger on skin, the saft taste o kisses i the simmer dim. An auld dream – a dream o the thing at cuts an dives, beats abune […]
And the sky opens out above all the glass / inaccessible VIP pathways. / How did we get here like this?
The squirrel sliding down my scullery wall
/ Frightening feeding birds with bold impunity
/ The field mouse waiting for their scraps to…
In my disorder I shivered sweated, yawned
/ with fear and wrote some lines that went beyond
/ wit’s end…
I knew it as Eden,
/ that lost walled garden,
/ past the green edge
/ of priory and village;
/ and, beyond it, the house,
/ withdrawn, white,
/ one window…
A day so happy.
/ Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
/ Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
/ There was no thing on…
When you need to warm yourself,
/ When you are hungry to share a word,
/ When you crave a bread crumb,
/ Don’t…
From the Gaelic of Iain MacEachainn
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/ One plant in every garden
/ aye wants the soil it needs
/ Filius ante patrem
/ The flowers outgrow their…
Der a ön o haet ida gairden here,
/ Whaar da sun-flooer proodly staands,
/ An dark-red roses trowe da…
for Richard Price
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/ The poet kibbled among flowers: acanthus and lilac, the extremely unglaswegian hosted beneath our palace of glass, twined…
