I’ve lost a lot of things worth while my pleasure and my fun,
And the days of my captivity pass slowly one by one,
But as I sit in loneliness, each day more plain I see,
My body may be captive but my heart and mind are free.
Within these cages day by day we pace The bitter shortness of the meted span; And this and that way variously we plan Our poor excursions over the poor place, Cribbed to extinction. Yet remains one grace. For neither bars nor tented wire can ban Full many a roving glance that dares to scan The […]
Tak ma croon, an dinna fash – / aa yon wis ower fur me lang syne.
When first I saw you in the curious street,
/ Like some platoon of soldier ghosts in grey,
/ My mad impulse was…
Cold stars pin down the night that breathes
/ below the frothy veil of the Milky Way.
/ My father’s gaze is fixed…
