My love, if I write a song for youTo that extent you are goneFor, as everyone says, and I know it’s true:We are all always alone. Never so separate trying to be twoAnd the busy old fool is right.To try and finger myself from youDistinguishes day from night. If I say “I love you” we […]
And from above
One curse be hurled
With scorn, with love
Affront the world…
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…
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth?
I cannot bring myself to burst your everywhere balloons
/ That cheer our rooms, mementos of delight,
/ Nor bundle bears, deep buried in…
Widowed of my own image
/ That shone from fellow faces
/ I watch from envious window
/ The men whose energies at morning…
Frae the Gaelic o George Campbell Hay
/
/ “Thonder they ligg on the grund o the sea,
/ nae the hyne whaur they…
Aiblins she thocht he’d hap her doon
/ In the old kirk-yaird ayont the toon
/ Whaur the kirkspire shadows his faither’s stane…
We gaed thegither through the rye
/ As gloaming dusked the dell,
/ He clamb the dyke, I wadna try,
/ And sae I said farewell.
/ I…
There is a god who tends / the empty corners of public places / the spaces where no one goes…
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:
/ Thou know’st it well,—nor fen nor sedge
/ Pollute the pure lake’s crystal edge;
/ Abrupt and sheer, the…
