Status Updates From A Year of Scottish Poems

feb 14 - “Seeing the false and searching for the true”

“A fountain in a waste, A well of water in a country dry, Or anything that's honest and good, an eye That makes the whole world bright.”

feb 13 - “Darling, I will track your flight till it is a dot that turns and banks and falls out of sight, looking into the space where you were.”

feb 12 - “So I have gathered unto myself
All the loose ends of Scotland, And by naming them and accepting them, Loving them and identifying myself with them, Attempt to express the whole.”

feb 11 - “Why, as we reach the Falls of Death, Feel we its tide more rapid?”

feb 10 - “What I wanted was such a plump, bountiful landscape of snow, more than I'd ever dared wish for.”

feb 9 - “Small words yawn and suck their thumbs
Till at last the morning comes.
Kind words give out farewell posies…

Snap! The dictionary closes.”

feb 8 - “Consider the way she had to go, Think of the hungry snare, The net she herself had woven, Aware or unaware, Of the dancing feet grown still, The blinded eyes -
Queens should be cold and wise”

feb 7 - “Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands, Oh! where hae ye been?”

feb 6 - “So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war”

feb 5 - “O to dream, O to awake and wander There, and with delight to take and render, Through the trance of silence,
Quiet breath;”

feb 4 - “You might as well love 'em.”

feb 3 - “She walked out on me,
Out through the revolving door
But something or other must have gone wrong
With the mechanism
Because, shortly afterwards,
She came back to me.”

feb 2 - “I may be from out but I am now with.”

feb 1 “I'm waiting for the star to rise - a planet maybe”

jan 31 - “Who has the hills for a lover will find them wondrous kind.”

jan 30 - “What happens if you stop believing?”

jan 29 - “'S toil leam an coithional a fhreagras gu greannach, dòchas a diosgail tro bheathannan doirbhe;”

These were the first two lines of the poem…
Let’s just say that at this point I realised I was not going to understand a single line of this poem LOL!

jan 28 - “The rose of all the world is not for me.”