Tom Scott
Born
in Glasgow, Scotland
June 06, 1918
Died
August 07, 1995
Genre
Influences
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The Penguin Book of Scottish Verse
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Tales of Sir William Wallace, Guardian of Scotland
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published
2000
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4 editions
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The Tree: An Animal Fable
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published
1977
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Tales of King Robert the Bruce: Freely Adapted from The Brus of John Barbour (14th Century)
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published
1969
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4 editions
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The Collected Shorter Poems of Tom Scott
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published
1993
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3 editions
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Dunbar: A Critical Exposition of the Poems
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published
1966
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Pervigilium Scotiae: Etruscan Reader II
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published
1997
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The Dirty Business
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published
1986
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An Ode til New Jerusalem
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published
1956
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A Possible Solution to the Scotch Problem
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published
1963
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“Dylan writes of the heron-priested shore
and his sensation-seekers suitably amaze:
but the heron is no priest to sober eyes
as, like some litter-picker, it slips about
the sea-weed backs of skerries at low tide
(as often I have seen it in St. Andrews)
or stands grey and silent in the burn
like old grey rags hung among the reeds,
its cold eye and old-age pensioner look
(straggles of grey hair sticking out behind)
seemingly as vacant as the sky
till some frog stirs or an eel or trout drifts
near
and the javelin beak on the S neck leaps into
life:
or weary as Methuselah near his end
heavily flaps towards the patient woods
where the raucous heronry outcaws the rooks
and makes the trees a dirty aerial slum.”
― The Tree: An Animal Fable
and his sensation-seekers suitably amaze:
but the heron is no priest to sober eyes
as, like some litter-picker, it slips about
the sea-weed backs of skerries at low tide
(as often I have seen it in St. Andrews)
or stands grey and silent in the burn
like old grey rags hung among the reeds,
its cold eye and old-age pensioner look
(straggles of grey hair sticking out behind)
seemingly as vacant as the sky
till some frog stirs or an eel or trout drifts
near
and the javelin beak on the S neck leaps into
life:
or weary as Methuselah near his end
heavily flaps towards the patient woods
where the raucous heronry outcaws the rooks
and makes the trees a dirty aerial slum.”
― The Tree: An Animal Fable


