Hugh MacDiarmid Poems
- Scotland It requires great love of it deeply to read The ...
- The Bonnie Broukit Bairn Mars is braw in crammasy, Venus in ...
- 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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It requires great love of it deeply to read
The configuration of a land,
Gradually grow conscious of fine shadings,
Of great meanings in slight symbols,
Hear at last the great voice that speaks softly,
See the swell and fall upon the flank
Of a statue carved out in a whole country's marble,
Be like Spring, like a hand in a window
Moving New and Old things carefully to and fro,
Moving a fraction of flower here,
Placing an inch of air there,
And without breaking anything.
So I have gathered unto myself
All the loose ends of Scotland,
And by naming them ...