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Saturday, August 10, 2019

A Scottish Gem


“There are plenty of ruined buildings in the world but no ruined stones.” – Hugh MacDiarmid


Born Aug. 11, 1892, Scottish poet, journalist, essayist MacDiarmid (whose given name was Christopher Murray Grieve) wrote his earliest work, including Annals of the Five Senses, in English. However, he is best known for works he published in "synthetic Scots,” a literary version of Scottish that he himself developed.      For “Saturday’s Poem,” here are a few selections from the pen of MacDiarmid.


The Little White Rose

(To John Gawsworth)
The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet—and breaks the heart.

Scotland

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 and accepting them,
Loving them and identifying myself with them,
Attempt to express the whole.

And an example of his “synthetic Scots” style:

The Watergaw

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.



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