Lucozade - by
My mum is on a high bed next to sad chrysanthemums.
/ ‘Don’t bring flowers, they only wilt and die.’
/ I am scared…
loss
Sacrifice/Ìobairt - by
And this was known as the milk room,
/ the coldest room in the cool house.
/ There, on a paint-stained table,
/ Jugs and bowls…
‘I so liked Spring…’ - by
I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here; –
The thrushes too –
Because it was these you so liked to hear –
I so liked you.
Cisteachan-Laighe - by
Duin’ àrd, tana
/ ‘s fiasag bheag air,
/ ‘s locair ‘na làimh:
/ gach uair theid mi seachad
/ air bùth-shaoirsneachd sa’ bhaile,
/ ‘s a thig gu mo…
Rains of Nauru - by
Rain, symbolic of a loss
/ of friend or foe
/ an ally or enemy
/ a chief or commoner
/ a native or foreigner
/ plagued by death
/ signifies a…
The Death of Old Men - by
Old Henri is dying.
/ Children play tag in the dust.
/ And we, whose world is next,
/ sit with him under the tree
/ and watch…
Caracas - by
The buildings are so high
/ nothing can be seen now of my childhood.
/ I’ve lost my patio with its lazy clouds
/ where the…
Portuguese Sea - by
O salty sea, so much of whose salt
/ Is Portugal’s tears! All the mothers
/ Who had to weep for us to cross…
It Was Like This: You Were Happy - by
It was like this:
/ you were happy, then you were sad,
/ then happy again, then not.
/
/ It went on.
/ You were innocent or you…
The King - by
“FAREWELL, Romance!” the Cave-men said;
/ “With bone well carved he went away,
/ Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead,
/ And jasper tips…
The Tryst - by
O luely, luely, cam she in
/ And luely she lay doun:
/ I kent her be her caller lips
/ And her…
Scotch Parting - by
There surely sud been mair fracaw;
/ A wee bit present, tak’ and gie,
/ …