Three weeks: one field / a deluge / of births and deaths.
Happy is the man who knows that little is more than enough.
/ He is deaf to the hindrance of plenty.
/ He herds,…
I don’t remember the Beanley orra-man,
/ his boots down the lonnen black as a wet day, his caravan
/ under a butchered elm’s…
A lamb was born near Dunnet Head,
/ tumbling in a yellow broth of legs
/ on the dark earth,
/ finding its feet just before
the shepherd on the train told me
/ is to clip hill milking ewes too soon
/ I put my newspaper down;
/ he’d got my…