‘The door is shut fast And everyone’s out.’ But people don’t know What they’re talking about! Say the fly on the wall, And the flame on the coals, And the dog on his rug, And the mice in their holes, And the kitten curled up, And the spiders that spin — ‘What, everyone out? Why, […]
I like a mouseWhen he’s not in my house,And a ratWhen he goes nibble, nibble, like that.I like a mole; he’s a kind little soul,And a stoatWith a smudge like snow on his throat.I like a shrewWith his nose in the dew,And a hare,For he leaps and runs everywhere;I like a foxWith his little white […]
Tha sìol beag san talamh
Ach ciamar a nì e fàs?
Woolly, woolly bear
Who feeds on the weeds,
Hurry furry chestnut,
Move at speed.
I’ve made my own Museum of / Happiness, which isn’t built of brick / or stone or wood…
What is poetry for? (Maitreyabhandu)
/ It’s for weddings
/ and funerals
/ and reading on the train
/ and for taking a person out of herself
/ and bringing…
I opened a book and in I strode
/ Now nobody can find me.
/ I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
/ My town…
Tune: Ti, ti, ti, ta (wi’ apologies tae Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony)
/ Duddingston Loch
/ Skate ower…
When I was young and miserable,
/ a misfit and a rebel,
/ almost never out of trouble,
/ desperate to escape school,
/ time dawdled.
Animals are easy. I can do penguin waddle,
/ hoppy frog, snappy croc. And Actions – all
/ those ings – dancing,…
If you think of the dark
/ as a black park
/ and the moon as a bounced ball,
/ then there’s nothing to be frightened…
Sterczy w ścianie taki pstryczek,
/ Mały pstryczek-elektryczek,
/ Jak tym pstryczkiem zrobić pstryk,
/ To się widno robi w mig.
/ Bardzo łatwo:
/ Pstryk – i światło!
/ Pstryknąć potem…