Scotland by Alastair Reid

It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet
when larks rose on long thin strings of singing
and the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels.
Greenness entered the body. The grasses
shivered with presences and sunlight
stayed like a halo on hair and heather and hills.
Walking into town, I saw, in a radiant raincoat,
the woman from the fish-shop. 'What a day it is!'
cried I, like a sunstruck madman.
And what did she have to say for it?
Her brow grew bleak, her ancestors raged in their graves
as she spoke with their ancient misery:
'We'll pay for it, we'll pay for it, we'll pay for it!'



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2 comments:

Kavya said...

a poem on 'Scotland'!
My knowledge of Scotland is limited to 3 words- kilts, bagpipes and william wallace!

..wud love to know ur views on the poem.:)

LottieP said...

Loev this poem. Absolutely Scottish.