‘How I pine…’ - by
How I pine for a hawdy,
/ yir really beautiful body,
/ ahm right besotten,
/ ah fancy yi rotten;
/ let’s huvva tet-a-tet
/ – stoap playn…
loneliness
To the Moon - by
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth?
Left Behind - by
I cannot bring myself to burst your everywhere balloons
/ That cheer our rooms, mementos of delight,
/ Nor bundle bears, deep buried in…
In Retirement - by
Widowed of my own image
/ That shone from fellow faces
/ I watch from envious window
/ The men whose energies at morning…
Thonder they ligg - by
Frae the Gaelic o George Campbell Hay
/
/ “Thonder they ligg on the grund o the sea,
/ nae the hyne whaur they…
Left Her Lane - by
Aiblins she thocht he’d hap her doon
/ In the old kirk-yaird ayont the toon
/ Whaur the kirkspire shadows his faither’s stane…
Thrawn Kate - by
We gaed thegither through the rye
/ As gloaming dusked the dell,
/ He clamb the dyke, I wadna try,
/ And sae I said farewell.
/ I…
Blessing - by
There is a god who tends / the empty corners of public places / the spaces where no one goes…
Curmudgeon - by
He is a man for whom everyone’s a trespasser.
/ Co-existence? He doesn’t believe in it.
/ Give you the time of day? Not…
‘By lone St. Mary’s silent lake’ - by
By lone St. Mary’s silent lake:
/ Thou know’st it well,—nor fen nor sedge
/ Pollute the pure lake’s crystal edge;
/ Abrupt and sheer, the…
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…
Youth - by
On the boulevards of the Opéra
/ where the girls pace up and down
/ turning this way, and turning that
/ their svelte and lovely…