Aince Upon a Day - by
Aince upon a day my mither said to me:
Dinna cleip and dinna rype
And dinna tell a lee.
walking
The First Blue Day on the Border - by
As I came over the Harden hill
/ A whaup on the moor was whistling shrill
/ In his pride to be first recorder
/ Of…
The Tradition - by
For years I wandered hill and moor /
Half looking for the road /
Winding into fairyland.
Trespassing - by
The road was liker a burn :
/ But the trees in the glen were new in leaf,
/ Ilk bairn I met had…
A Walk Through the Gaelic Alphabet - by
Walking through the same trees / though in a different language / wading in the long river running / of…
The Song of Wandering Aengus - by
I went out to the hazel wood, / Because a fire was in my head, / And cut and peeled…
To Martin - by
Times
/ In the quiet and dusk of
/ Night, I have wakened
/ Inside a dream of neutral languor,
/ Confessing (with a smile) that my years
/ Point…
For Gavin - by
Gavin, it’s a beautiful winter’s day –
/ East coast, clear and bright. Let’s leave it there,
/ rinsed of all metaphors. Instead, let’s…
Esej - by
Zaslužuje pjesmu ova večernja šetnja.
/ Svjetlucanje aviona nad predgrađem
/ Dok u plavičastu tamu tone.
/ Varničenje žica nad trolejbusom.
/ Jedna je žena izgubila naušnicu
/ Sad se…
Veredas de Buenos Aires - by
De este texto nació un tango,
/ Con música de Edgardo Cantón
/
/ De pibes la llamamos la vedera
/ y a ella le gustó que…
A Wet Day : Hughie’s Pity for the Tinklers - by
THE mist lies like a plaid on plain,
/ The dyke-taps a’ are black wi’ rain,
/ A soakit head the clover hings,
/ On ilka…
Loch Thom - by
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/
/ Just for the sake of recovering
/ I walked backward from fifty-six
/ Quick years of age wanting to see,
/ And managed not to trip…