The Poetry Reaper - by
sitting in The Scotia
/ after John McGarrigle who-
/ was-killed-in-The Clutha’s funeral,
/ wolfing
/ triangular tuna sandwiches
/ and listening to someone singing
/ We Shall Overcome
/ into a feedback microphone,…
mortality
Locust and Marlin - by
In my father’s old bait and tackle shop
/ giant fish dangle from hooks near the men
/ grinning from ear to…
chan eil mi nad aghaidh - by
1
/ chan eil mi nad aghaidh a thaistealair ghil
/ tha thu ruith tro mo chuislean mar…
Another Spring - by
If I might see another Spring,
/ I’d not plant summer flowers and wait:
/ I’d have my…
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…
The Season of Youth - by
(Ecclesiastes, ix. 7, 9 ; xi 9.)
/
/ Rejoice, mortal man, in the noon of thy prime!
/ Ere thy brow shall…
Mortality - by
O why should the spirit of mortal be proud!
/ Like a fast flitting meteor, a fast flying cloud,
/ A flash of the…
Loch Thom - by
1
/
/ Just for the sake of recovering
/ I walked backward from fifty-six
/ Quick years of age wanting to see,
/ And managed not to trip…
A Continuity Problem - by
A Continuity Problem
/
/ 1.
/ Machines for fixing
/ machines for fixing machines
/ for fixing machines.
/
/ 2.
/ For a waiting-room,
/ it’s perfect. We don’t even
/ realise we’re there.
/
/ 3.
/ ‘I’d rather…
Ane by Ane - by
Ane by ane they gang awa’,
/ The Getherer gethers grit an smaa;
/ Ane by ane maks ane an aa.
/
/ Aye whan ane sets…
The Last Journey - by
I felt the world a-spinning on its nave,
/ I felt it sheering blindly round the sun;…