True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank,A ferlie he spied wi’ his e’e;And there he saw a ladye brightCome riding down by the Eildon Tree.Her shirt was o’ the grass-green silk.Her mantle o’ the velvet fyne;At ilka tett of her horse’s maneHung fifty siller bells and nine.True Thomas, he pull’d aff his capAnd louted low down […]
That the fish spoke is certain.Halcro and Einar both heard it in the netAnd Gunnar, running, too.But what it said –A something of sweet sounds –No one could say.Halcro was all for keeping it,But Einar not, and Gunnar probably.The boy fingered and half cradled it,The light flashing on each scaleLike silver spilling in his arms,And […]
There are so many, and each oneIts own. But why this, and this still?Was there a sign? Perhaps justThe ancient, utter silence, a hawkHanging upon emptiness aloneBetween the cyclopean cliffs.Leaving the quay, the rusty steamer,The narrow, huddled, whitewashed street,We scrambled upward to the sky.Upon the crest a monasteryHewn from salt, and in the hills beyondA […]
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What cld you potentially – no! – possibly do to mean – O – wait! this feels too facile. So try once again. Make sure it is all sure – steadfast – scalar movements towards god knows what. You request the sun is shut out so you can muse on song. O – but of […]
A man wi’ a great big beard
/ A met;
/ Said: ‘Don’t be feared
/ If ye get wet.
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/ Run twenty years
/ On nature’s…
Field of the land producing thatch
/ Shieling of grinding wheat
/ Burn beside the dun coloured dell
/ Burn of the mournful bleat
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/ Burn of the…
‘wasnae there at a’
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/ Too much is said about night –
/ its fullness jug-heavy with distance
/ poured out into star-mapped flight.
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/ But in…
The first to die was PROTESILAUS / A focused man who hurried to darkness / With forty black ships leaving…
