George Mackay Brown Poems

Monday I found a boot -
Rust and salt leather.
I gave it back to the sea, to dance in.
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In the finished house a flame is brought to the hearth.
Then a table, between door and window
Where a stranger will eat before the men of the house.
A bed is laid in a secret corner
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Seven scythes leaned at the wall.
Beard upon golden beard
The last barley load
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They drove to the Market with ringing pockets.

Folster found a girl
Who put wounds on his face and throat,
Small and diagonal, like red doves.
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The old go, one by one, like guttered flames.
This past winter
Tammag the bee-man has taken his cold blank mask
To the honeycomb under the hill,
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