excerpt from Farm by the Shore - by
small oats rye bere barley
ripe harvest in late summer
a shallow ploughing
grazing and fallow in rotation
summer
Sainless - by
I hae stuid an hour o the lown midsimmer nicht
/ til twal o the knock i the leelang glamarie-licht
/ by…
‘Summer’ - by
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, / For the woods are full of bluebells and…
The Swing - by
How do you like to go up in a swing,
/ Up in the air so blue?
/ Oh, I do…
Summer - by
Summer climbs the mountains.
/ Flowers overcolour and blanch.
/ Men leave the sun and sit,
/ tree-tented, by the cold creek.
/ Horses bray, each apart
/ in the…
Süýrgünortan - by
Süýrgünortan! Niçik görnüş!
/ Jöwza ähli zatdan ökde.
/ Ýaşaýyş ýöne bir ”myş-myş”
/ Tomus bu ýowuz toprakda.
/
/ Bir düýe ýatyr bagyryp,
/ Jokrama yssa çydaman.
/ Çaga dek boýnuny burup,
/ Kimden…
Strawberries - by
There were never strawberries
/ like the ones we had
/ that sultry afternoon
/ sitting on the step
/ of the open french window
/ facing each other
/ your…
Hjalta - by
Da eart-bark in among da girse
/ Is glintin whaar you stride,
/ An antrin seggie lowin up…