River names are the oldest,
/ the first things in a landscape.
/ So many times they simply mean The Water.
/ And the ones we…
So hushed, so hot, the broad Zambesi lies
/ Above the Falls, and on her weedy isles
/ Swing antic monkeys swarm malignant…
extract from ‘Falls of Clyde’, part of the the poem ‘Clyde’
/ Where ancient Corehouse hangs above the stream,
/ And far…
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
/ Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
/ My Mary’s asleep by…
suddenly spring –
/ my heart and the river,
/ full to bursting
/ my heart’s river,
/ with joy and song,
/ you skip softly,
When a fish
/ slimy up
/ out of
/ the long
/ in the
Full March moon and gale-force easters, the pair of them
/ sucking and shoving the river
/ back into its closet in the hills…
The watershed brings it
/ Down from the laws,
/ Drawing in the scaurs.
/ Spread out on the plain,
/ Then speaking up the valley
/ Its textile rush.