Liz Lochhead and Alastair Cook’s filmpoem featuring Burns’s words.
It may seem a schoolboy’s whine,
And yet I seek not to be grand nor witty,
But I am half a Scot by birth, and bred
A whole one, and my heart flies to my head.
At midnight the north sky is blues and greys, with a thin fissure of citrine just above the horizon. It’s light when you wake, regardless of the hour. At 2 or 4 or 6am, you breathe light into your body. A rose, a briar rose. A wild rose and its thorned stem. What did Burns […]
Scotland where can we find you, / where are you hiding your gallus self?…
Fae dregs o Daft Deys debt comes hame
and we gaither in depression’s wame
aa duty-crossed –
but Burns’s birthday is a flame
set tae Defrost.
Burns! with honour due /I oft have honour’d thee. Great shadow, hide / Thy face; I sin against thy native…
“If freedom an whisky gang thegither”: Robert Burns
/ When we sit wined and finely dined,
/ Dressed up in oor best, braw and…
Immortal Robert Burns of Ayr,
/ There’s but few poets can with you compare;
/ Some of your poems and songs are very fine:
Is there for honest Poverty
/ That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
/ The coward-slave, we pass him by,
/ We dare be poor for…
From the start, Burns’ birl and rhythm,
/ That tongue the Ulster Scots brought wi’ them
/ And stick to still in County Antrim
To the Right Honorable The Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honorable and Honorable the
/ Highland Society, which met…
O Lord my God, forgie this swither,
/ pray hear thy servant in his dither.
/ Should ah bide here? or cross the river…