Poetry in Hiligaynon - by
‘Ne, please prepare
/ lunch
/ for we have a guest.
/ He was my companion
/ when I was still studying
/ the foolish ways of the town.
/
/ Tell…
‘Ne, please prepare
/ lunch
/ for we have a guest.
/ He was my companion
/ when I was still studying
/ the foolish ways of the town.
/
/ Tell…
Where do the beggar children come from,
/ what forces multiply their rags?
/
/ Whose heart has never felt those fingers
/ pecked
/ by birds with copper…
Leaves turn sere and there are bings
/ from networks stretching in through the window:
/ you could tiptoe now among the stubby thumbs…
THE mist lies like a plaid on plain,
/ The dyke-taps a’ are black wi’ rain,
/ A soakit head the clover hings,
/ On ilka…
Stout Laird o’ Blackford Hill, let me
/ But gain your honour’s lug a wee,
/ I fain wad let your lairdship see
/ …
Winter bairns are happed in snaw,
singing merrily on the brae.
Cauld aneuch the wind micht blaw,
it winna worry sic as they.
Moonrise, an maudlin in the mirk,
/ we coorie in, hoose selt, hame hawked,
/ oor labour thirled tae yesterday,
/ the morra pawned fur brick-a-brack.
/
/ Thieves…
“Aa ony o us ever wantit was a hoose in Jeffrey Street”
/ – Old lady, reminiscing on her life in the…
“A man’s a man for a’ that” – how does he know?
/ Traipsing with his plough, the rural hero,
/ Swaggering down the…
Quhy will ye, merchantis of renoun,
/ Lat Edinburgh, your nobill toun,
/ For laik of reformatioun
/ The commone proffeitt tyine, and…
A hunner funnels bleezin’, reekin’,
/ Coal an’ ironstane, charrin’, smeekin’;
/ Navvies, miners, keepers, fillers,
/ Puddlers, rollers, iron millers;
/ Reestit, reekit,…
Meine Ziege sind geschachtet
/ auf dem Feur getrocknet
/ verseist
/ in langen Winterabenden
/ Meine Pfohlen ist Pferd geworden
/ jeden Tag lasten getragen
/ gemezget für
/ Italiener
/ verspeist in Trieste
/ Meine Geburtshaus…