Ochone o for na gillean departed, Sundered by seas from us, buried afar.Gone are the lads who were leal and high-hearted And we are now dreeing the dolours of war.’Illean, ’illean, ’illean, Sorrow may fade but your fame shall endure,’Illean, ’illean, ’illean, While flower’s in the forest and wind’s on […]
There was no sound at all, no crying in the village,
/ Nothing you would count as sound, that is, after the…
Frae the Gaelic o George Campbell Hay
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/ “Thonder they ligg on the grund o the sea,
/ nae the hyne whaur they…
The dead spake together last night,
/ And one to the other said:
/ …
‘They make so little difference, the brass, / the tears. Can’t you leave us be?’
/ …
This is where the drowned climb to land.
For a single night when a boat goes down
soaked footprints line its cracked path
as inside they stand open mouthed at a fire
Time alone separates the dull red
/ granite of these cliffs and the red
/ clay in the kirkyard yonder.
/ As I stand…
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
/ Between the crosses, row on row,
/ That mark our place; and…
In memory of Alec “Spangles” Hunter (1936 – 1995)
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/ When they found Marciano’s body
/ strapped in the crashed plane seat,
/ someone said…
A dead man dead for weeks
/ Is sickening food for lover’s eye
/ That seeks and ever seeks
/ A fair one’s beauty…
‘Tha tìm, am fiadh, an coille Hallaig’
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/ Tha bùird is tàirnean air an uinneig
/ trom faca mi an Àird Iar
/ ’s tha mo…
’S mi air an t-slios ud
/ latha foghair,
/ na sligean a’ sianail mum chluasan
/ agus sianar marbh ri mo ghualainn,
/ rag-mharbh – is reòthta…
