View of Scotland/Love Poem - by
Down on her hands and knees
/ at ten at night on Hogmanay,
/ my mother still giving it elbowgrease
/ jiffywaxing the vinolay. (This is…
hope
Glasgow Street - by
Out of this ugliness may come
/ some day, so beautiful a flower
/ that men…
Chai ya Jioni - by
Wakati tunywapo chai hapa upenuni
/ Na kuwatazama watoto wetu
/ Wakicheza bembea kwa furaha
/ Tujue kamba ya bembea yetu
/ Imeshalika na imeanza kuoza
/ Na bado kidogo…
The City of Beggar Children - by
Where do the beggar children come from,
/ what forces multiply their rags?
/
/ Whose heart has never felt those fingers
/ pecked
/ by birds with copper…
وطن - by
يا صاحبي لا تبتئس
/ وطن النهار بكرا .. لا يزال
/ والأرض بكر …
/ الحب خلف ضلوعنا ينمو
/ يملأ العمر مقاما آخرا ،
/ لم تزل في…
Ilka Blade o’ Grass Keps its ain Drap o’ Dew - by
Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is kind,
/ And hear ye a’ life’s changes wi’ a calm and tranquil mind.
/ Tho’…
Awaiting - by
He was, and educated, and became,
/ residing and remaining and intending,
/ then on became in, and again,
/ and later and later again.
/ He still…
Observances - by
A boy row in a umman’s coatie –
/ In a man’s sark row a lassie:
/ Nor wash…
Scotlan’s Spring - by
Frae the bud leaves are breakin
/ Trees are dauncin, branches sway
/ Blossoms in the wind are blawin
/ Spring…
Trouble is not my middle name - by
Trouble is not my middle name.
/ It is not what I am.
/ I was not born for this.
/ Trouble is not a place
/ though…
‘In to thir dirk and drublie dayis’ - by
In to thir dirk and drublie dayis,
/ Quhone sabill all the Hevin arrayis
/ With mystie vapouris, cluddis and skyis,
/ Nature all curage me…
Nae Day Sae Dark - by
Nae day sae dark; nae wüd sae bare;
/ Nae grund sae stour wi’ stane;
/ But licht comes through; a sang…