I compose my spirit from under the myrtles- Orpheus,I write, Exemplar thee! … Fire falls in descendent spirals: He transforms the bare mountain, which awed is found—A mountain cowed, a mountain crowned in majesty;Whence resonance exhales, pure as the art In an act of a sacred deity. If the god should sing, as he sat […]
I dock the dead, the damaged and diseased;
/ the gnarled and dry come tumbling from the heights
/ until I stand knee-deep…
Far from the scent of the crocus
/ And the pavanne of Scottish daffodils
/ A loud crash was heard in Princes Street.
/ Safe from…
He thought before the war
/ Of conflicts, heroism, enemies
/ Who had to be crushed;
/ Causes that had to be fought for.
/ He had no…
The swine hangs on,
/ The swine hangs on to power,
/ The townsfolk mutter round the tower:
/ ‘Roast him, toast him,
I press my face against the glass
/ and there he is:
/ the recognition is complete
/ my way at least. The padded
/ luxury of his…
Remembering an Edinburgh neighbour
/ Descending her garden path
/ she turns, backtracks indoors
/ again, and into the front room
/ to straighten a…
Tak ma croon, an dinna fash – / aa yon wis ower fur me lang syne.
politicians must become / better messengers / with a better tale / to tell…
Who calls to the dark, / who calls to the wind on / the surface of the water?…
Snowdrops are not innocent:
/ They fight for what they win.
/ Beauty’s what comes out:
/ Blind energy goes in.
Quo life, the warld is mine.
/ The floo’ers and trees, they’re a’ my ain.
/ I am the day, and the sunshine
/ Quo life,…