Pabail - by
Air iomall an talamh-àitich, eadar dhà sholas,
/ tha a’ churracag a’ ruith ʼs a’ stad, ʼs a’ ruith ʼs a’ stad,
/ is…
Western Isles
guthan chalanais - by
1
/ seallaibh sinne
/ dh’èirich às a’ mhòintich
/ far an do chaidil sinn
/ tro linntean dìochuimhn’
/
/ an-diugh nar sgeinean maola
/ gearradh an àile
/
/ 2
/ chunnaic aon t-sùil màthair…
Homespun - by
I met a man in Harris Tweed
/ As I walked down the Strand;
/ I turned and followed like a dog
/ The breath of…
Lewis - by
From the War Memorial
/ we see Lewis entirely.
/ For this place they died,
/ the new houses, the smell of seaweed,
/ the rivers,
/ an old woman…
Sgreapadal - by
Sgreapadal anns a’ mhadainn
/ ris a’ Chomraich ’s ris a’ ghrèin,
/ Sgreapadal a tha cho bòidheach,
/ a cheart cho bòidheach ri Hallaig.
/ Cha chuirear…
Hallaig - by
‘Tha tìm, am fiadh, an coille Hallaig’
/
/ Tha bùird is tàirnean air an uinneig
/ trom faca mi an Àird Iar
/ ’s tha mo…
Tràighean - by
Nan robh sinn an Talasgar air an tràigh
/ far a bheil am beul mòr bàn
/ a’ fosgladh eadar dà ghiall chruaidh,
/ Rubha nan…
Slate - by
There is no beginning. We saw Lewis
/ laid down, when there was not much but thunder
/ and volcanic fires; watched long seas…
Columcille - by
Exile I am, for to the last, I carry in my
/ heart the oak groves of Derry with their
/ white angels…
Women of the Happy Island (extract) - by
(The series of 47 soliloquies is about the women left behind on the
/ Isle of Barra during the Second World…
Summer Day on Lewis - by
(from The Four Seasons)
/
/ Seen from the machair’s edge
/ miles of white sand swathe north.
/ The light is Greek, I’m told,
/ The green…
Lichen Circles - by
Alone in this bay near Port Mary
/ only the waves creeping in
/ and the squeal of a buzzard
/ high on a clifftop…