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.
Fa’ owre, fa’ owre, my hinny,
/ There’s monie a weary airt;
/ And nae end to the traikin,
/ For man has a hungry hert.
HEART! If you’ve a sorrow
/ Take it to the hills!
/ Lay it where the sunshine
In each bottle of nail polish a ghost / sets all the prayers in the house to glint.
When despair for the world grows in me
/ and I wake in the night at the least sound
/ in fear of what…
Have you seen men come from the Line,
/ Tottering, doddering, as if bad wine
/ Had drugged their very souls;
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…
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
/ Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
/ My Mary’s asleep by…
Such words can sound like flagged-up slogans, true. / What we merely say says nothing — / All that matters…
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
/ Their old, familiar carols play,
/ And wild and sweet
for Ginny Duncan
/ The paddy fields stretch beyond the horizon.
/ Where water glitters, palm trees dance.
/ Where egrets and herons flap after fish,