Hugh MacDiarmid Poems
- The Bonnie Broukit Bairn Mars is braw in crammasy, Venus in ...
- Scotland It requires great love of it deeply to read The ...
- The Watergaw Ae weet forenicht i' the yow-trummle I saw ...
- 'Scotland Small? ' Scotland small? Our multiform, our ...
- The Little White Rose (To John Gawsworth) The rose of all ...
- Stony Limits Under no hanging heaven-rooted tree, Though ...
- The Sauchs In The Reuch Heuch ... There's teuch sauchs ...
Hugh MacDiarmid is the pen name of Christopher Murray Grieve (11 August 1892, Langholm – 9 September 1978, Edinburgh), a significant Scottish poet of the 20th century. He was instrumental in creating a Scottish version of modernism and was a leading light in the Scottish Renaissance of the 20th century. Unusually for a first generation modernist, he was a communist; unusually for a communist, however, he was a committed Scottish nationalist. He wrote both in English and in literary Scots (often referred to as Lallans). more »
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Ae weet forenicht i' the yow-trummle
I saw yon antrin thing,
A watergaw wi' its chitterin' licht
Ayont the on-ding;
An' I thocht o' the last wild look ye gied
Afore ye deed!
There was nae reek i' the laverock's hoose
That nicht—an' nane i' mine;
But I hae thocht o' that foolish licht
Ever sin' syne;
An' I think that mebbe at last I ken
What your look meant then.