My friend, you would not tell with such high zest / To children ardent for some desperate glory, / The…
Ay, gie’s ma rum. I’m needin’t sair, by God!
/ We’ve juist been bringin’ Wullie doun the line –…
Sorrow remembers us when day is done.
/ It sits in its old chair gently rocking
/ and singing tenderly in the evening.
/ It welcomes…
I cling to the railings as befits my station:
/ a senior person slipping slowly downhill.
/ The world no longer our oyster,
From out the reeling night the old chateau
/ Rears up to meet a straggling file of men,
/ Muddy and sore; who filled…
The songs I’ve sung are futile,
/ Of little futile things,
/ Of foolish dreams and fancies
/ On feeble faltering wings;
/ So I will cease my…
The machines don’t / stop, night or day, although, one by one, / the anonymous men are slipping away.
When first I saw you in the curious street,
/ Like some platoon of soldier ghosts in grey,
/ My mad impulse was…
The fascination of what’s difficult
/ Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
/ Spontaneous joy and natural…
Have you seen men come from the Line,
/ Tottering, doddering, as if bad wine
/ Had drugged their very souls;
Because she is exhausted
/ and confused,
/ and doesn’t want to argue,
/ and can’t speak,
/ she dreams of nothing
/ for a thousand years,
/ or what the nurses…
All those sleepy birds
/ Now tired from flight
/ Hide among the leaves
/ Only the spring whispers
/ When the wood sleeps silently;
/ Even flowers in the…