Murmansk - by
He minded dem getting torpedoed i da White Sea,
hit blew da boo clean aff.
Da Bulksheid, he held though an dey limpit inta Arcangel,
whaur shu wis lashed ta da peir, an micht still be dere yet.
Russian
Birnam Wood - by
When Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane / Only an utter simpleton will strain / Their mind and fail to…
Sail - by
A single sail a blaze of white
/ through haze on a pale blue sea!
/ What does it seek on a far-off shore?
/ What’s…
I Mind On Ye But Little Ava - by
I mind on ye but little ava
/ and I’m no that tane wi your fate,
/ but slicht tho the tryst was atween…
Selling Watermelons - by
Moscow is milling with watermelons.
/ Everything breathes a boundless freedom.
/ And it blows with unbridled fierceness
/ from the breathless melonvendors.
/
/ Stalls. Din. Girls’ headscarves.
/ They…
Your thin shoulders whips will redden - by
Your thin shoulders whips will redden,
/ whips will redden, and ice make leaden.
/
/ Your childish arms will heave rail-tracks,
/ heave rail-tracks and sew…