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  1. 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.

    —Hugh MacDiarmid, “The Little White Rose”

    A poem for St Andrew’s Day 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

    poetryfoundation.org/poems/468

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #Scotland #HughMacDiarmid #StAndrewsDay

  2. 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.

    —Hugh MacDiarmid, “The Little White Rose”

    A poem for St Andrew’s Day 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

    poetryfoundation.org/poems/468

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #Scotland #HughMacDiarmid #StAndrewsDay

  3. 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.

    —Hugh MacDiarmid, “The Little White Rose”

    A poem for St Andrew’s Day 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

    poetryfoundation.org/poems/468

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #Scotland #HughMacDiarmid #StAndrewsDay

  4. 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.

    —Hugh MacDiarmid, “The Little White Rose”

    A poem for St Andrew’s Day 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

    poetryfoundation.org/poems/468

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #Scotland #HughMacDiarmid #StAndrewsDay

  5. 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.

    —Hugh MacDiarmid, “The Little White Rose”

    A poem for St Andrew’s Day 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

    poetryfoundation.org/poems/468

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #Scotland #HughMacDiarmid #StAndrewsDay

  6. The Bonnie Broukit Bairn
    Hugh MacDiarmid

    Mars is braw in crammasy,
    Venus in a green silk goun,
    The auld mune shak’s her gowden feathers,
    Their starry talk’s a wheen o’ blethers,
    Nane for thee a thochtie sparin’,
    Earth, thou bonnie broukit bairn!
    – But greet, an’ in your tears ye’ll droun
    The haill clanjamfrie!

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #MacDiarmid #HughMacDiarmid

  7. The deid-hole’s a sma-boukit place for you.
    You need tae be blawn aboot the cosmos
    so’s your live matter mells wi the spaces
    and you become the stour starns are made o…

    —Alastair Mackie: In Memoriam Hugh MacDiarmid (1892–1978)

    Christopher Murray Grieve – Hugh MacDiarmid – died #OTD, 9 September

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #MacDiarmid #HughMacDiarmid

  8. “SANGSCHAW… gave other writers permission to push the boundaries of Scots as a language of literature, capable of expressing deep thought and not just for light comedy or mawkish whimsy”

    Celebrating the 100th anniversary of Hugh MacDiarmid’s first book

    thenational.scot/culture/25436

    #Scottish #literature #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #20thcentury #MacDiarmid #HughMacDiarmid