The Cotter’s Saturday Night - by
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! / For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, / Long may…
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! / For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, / Long may…
It’s Hell for the poet arriving for the gig
/ Off the five thirty three to meet the organiser
/ Who claps her in…
for Richard Price
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/ The poet kibbled among flowers: acanthus and lilac, the extremely unglaswegian hosted beneath our palace of glass, twined…