a book of water - by
Handbound volume
Handbound volume
Brown burn water dropping
/ Between the grey stones,
/ The lapse and the murmur,
/ The bright overtones
/ Of…
So without sediment
/ Run the clear burns of my country,
/ Fiercely pure,
/ Transparent as light
/ Gathered into its own unity,
/ Lucent and without colour;
/ Or green,
/ Like…
Gie me a Border burn
That canna rin without a turn,
And wi’ its bonnie babble fills
The glens amang oor native hills.
The Powskein, the knife-slash,
/ then Cor Water, the long marsh,
/ Badlieu, all mossy-grey,
/ a wet spot through the day,
/ Smid Hope, the blacksmith’s yards,
/ Glencraigie,…
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