The Masque of Anarchy - by
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many – they are few.’
nationalism
The Unveiling - by
Out of the mist of yearnings, prides, and shames
We raise our cairn of glorious regret,
And with God’s honour now unite the names
Men signed in bloody sweat.
Here’s a health to them that’s awa - by
Here’s freedom to them that wad read,
Here’s freedom to them that wad write!
There’s nane ever fear’d that the truth should be heard,
But they whom the truth would indite.
At the Tomb of Robert the Bruce, Dunfermline Abbey - by
In any other country
/ Your tomb
/ Would have been worn smooth
/ By our devotions
/
/ But here the notice says:
/ ‘Please do not touch.’
/
/ They should have…
The Free Natioun - by
Preeve you tae me thare’s natiounhood,
/ and I sall preeve thare’s nane;
/ an that’s as gyte as your belief
/ that needs nae pruif…
After Lunch, Ekali - by
September 1st, 1939.
/
/ Cicalas burst the air, a heat-haze quivers
/ on the pale plain, the glittering…
from ‘a better tale to tell’ - by
politicians must become / better messengers / with a better tale / to tell…
Rouen - by
Rouen
/ April 26 – May 25, 1915
/
/ Early morning over Rouen, hopeful, high, courageous morning,
/ And the laughter of adventure and the steepness…
Italy - by
I am a poet / a unanimous cry / I am a particle of dreams…
A Sough o’ War - by
The corn was turnin’, hairst was near,
/ But lang afore the scythes could start
/ A sough o’…
Baltic Street - by
/ My dainty lass, lay you the blame
/ Upon the richtfu’ heid;
/ ‘Twas daft ill-luck that bigg’d yer hame
/ …
The Cotter’s Saturday Night - by
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! / For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, / Long may…