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The houses stir and pluck their roofs and walls
Apart as if in play and fling their stones
Against the sky to make a common arc
And fall again. The conflagrations raise
Their mountainous precipices…—Edwin Muir, “The River”
5/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #warpoetry #ww2
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The houses stir and pluck their roofs and walls
Apart as if in play and fling their stones
Against the sky to make a common arc
And fall again. The conflagrations raise
Their mountainous precipices…—Edwin Muir, “The River”
5/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #warpoetry #ww2
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The houses stir and pluck their roofs and walls
Apart as if in play and fling their stones
Against the sky to make a common arc
And fall again. The conflagrations raise
Their mountainous precipices…—Edwin Muir, “The River”
5/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #warpoetry #ww2
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The houses stir and pluck their roofs and walls
Apart as if in play and fling their stones
Against the sky to make a common arc
And fall again. The conflagrations raise
Their mountainous precipices…—Edwin Muir, “The River”
5/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #warpoetry #ww2
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The houses stir and pluck their roofs and walls
Apart as if in play and fling their stones
Against the sky to make a common arc
And fall again. The conflagrations raise
Their mountainous precipices…—Edwin Muir, “The River”
5/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #warpoetry #ww2
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From the AOF Studio New from the Studio: The Hymn of Drael: Digital Ghosts and Trench Warfare on Sura-5 https://www.artoffaceless.com/the-hymn-of-drael-digital-ghosts/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #WarPoetry #SciFi #AnalogueHorror #WilfredOwen #MultimediaArt
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It is VE Night, Tobermory.
Cottages blaze and shimmer in the mirror of the bay.
Light is necklaced everywhere…—Hugh McMillan, “Old Photograph”
published in AFTER THE STORM (Smith/Doorstop Books, 2005)https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/old-photograph/
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Cantie in seaside simmer on the dunes,
I fling awa my dowp of cigarette
whaur bairns hae biggit castles out of sand
and watch the reik rise frae the parapet…—Robert Garioch Sutherland (1909–1987), “During a Music Festival”
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW2 #VEDay #Scots #Scotslanguage
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Cantie in seaside simmer on the dunes,
I fling awa my dowp of cigarette
whaur bairns hae biggit castles out of sand
and watch the reik rise frae the parapet…—Robert Garioch Sutherland (1909–1987), “During a Music Festival”
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW2 #VEDay #Scots #Scotslanguage
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Cantie in seaside simmer on the dunes,
I fling awa my dowp of cigarette
whaur bairns hae biggit castles out of sand
and watch the reik rise frae the parapet…—Robert Garioch Sutherland (1909–1987), “During a Music Festival”
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW2 #VEDay #Scots #Scotslanguage
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Cantie in seaside simmer on the dunes,
I fling awa my dowp of cigarette
whaur bairns hae biggit castles out of sand
and watch the reik rise frae the parapet…—Robert Garioch Sutherland (1909–1987), “During a Music Festival”
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW2 #VEDay #Scots #Scotslanguage
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Cantie in seaside simmer on the dunes,
I fling awa my dowp of cigarette
whaur bairns hae biggit castles out of sand
and watch the reik rise frae the parapet…—Robert Garioch Sutherland (1909–1987), “During a Music Festival”
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW2 #VEDay #Scots #Scotslanguage
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Thàinig uair-san leis na sligean,
leis na spealgan-iarainn beàrnach,
anns an toit is anns an lasair,
ann an crith is maoim na h-àraich…—Somhairle MacGill-Eain (Sorley MacLean) (1911–1996), “Curaidhean” (“Heroes”)
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #poem #poetry #WarPoetry #WW2 #VEDay
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Now the soldier has come home.
He has fought his way back
To the faces of the gnome-children
With still magic in their glances…—James Findlay Hendry (1912–1986), “The Return”
Today, 8 May, is the 81st anniversary of VE Day
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
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Lines from the frontline: the poet soldiers defending Ukraine. #Books #Literature #Poetry #RussiaUkraine #Ukraine #Ukrainearmy #Warpoetry
https://iwpost.com/lines-from-the-frontline-the-poet-soldiers-defending-ukraine/?fsp_sid=6726 -
Lines from the frontline: the poet soldiers defending Ukraine. #Books #Literature #Poetry #RussiaUkraine #Ukraine #Ukrainearmy #Warpoetry
https://iwpost.com/lines-from-the-frontline-the-poet-soldiers-defending-ukraine/?fsp_sid=6726 -
Lines from the frontline: the poet soldiers defending Ukraine. #Books #Literature #Poetry #RussiaUkraine #Ukraine #Ukrainearmy #Warpoetry
https://iwpost.com/lines-from-the-frontline-the-poet-soldiers-defending-ukraine/?fsp_sid=6726 -
Lines from the frontline: the poet soldiers defending Ukraine. #Books #Literature #Poetry #RussiaUkraine #Ukraine #Ukrainearmy #Warpoetry
https://iwpost.com/lines-from-the-frontline-the-poet-soldiers-defending-ukraine/?fsp_sid=6726 -
Lines from the frontline: the poet soldiers defending Ukraine. #Books #Literature #Poetry #RussiaUkraine #Ukraine #Ukrainearmy #Warpoetry
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Chì mi rè geàrd na h-oidhche
dreòs air chrith ’na fhroidhneas thall air fàire,
a’ clapail le a sgiathaibh,
a’ sgapadh ’s a’ ciaradh rionnagan na h-àird’ ud…—Deòrsa Mac Iain Deòrsa (George Campbell Hay), “Bisearta”. Hay witnessed the Allied bombing of Bizerte in 1943
#Scottish #literature #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #poem #poetry #warpoetry #ww2
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When you were people
We could have loved you,
Found out your names
And brought you presents…—AC Jacobs, “Poem for Innocent Victims of War”
Published in NAMELESS COUNTRY: Selected Poems (Carcanet, 2018) -
How we could ever have come to this pass?
Is all we are asking…—James Findlay Hendry (1912–1986), “Question & Answer”
With GS Fraser & Henry Treece, the author, poet & translator JF Hendry was a contributor to the “New Apocalyptics” poetic movement of the 1930s & 40s
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #20thcentury #WW2
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When you have walked through a town, as an infantryman
you’ll never go through streets the same way again.There is shoulder-ache from rifle-sling, and sore
butt-bruise, of bolt, on hip and thigh…—“Infantryman”, by Colin McIntyre (1927–2012) – born #OTD, 27 January
Published in FROM THE LINE: Scottish War Poetry 1914–1945
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
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“War polarises. It works by defining otherness. But for Hay, North Africa yielded a particular sense of how all cultures live across their differences. […] It is not simply that death levels all, but that languages deepen and extend humanity.”
Prof Alan Riach looks at the influence of WW2 on the poetry of Sorley MacLean & George Campbell Hay
2/7
https://www.thenational.scot/news/19307039.born-war/
#Scottish #literature #Gaelic #Gaidhlig #poem #poetry #Warpoetry #WW2
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Chì mi rè geàrd na h-oidhche
dreòs air chrith ’na fhroidhneas thall air fàire,
a’ clapail le a sgiathaibh,
a’ sgapadh ’s a’ ciaradh rionnagan na h-àird’ ud…—“Bisearta”, by Deòrsa Mac Iain Deòrsa (George Campbell Hay, 1915–1984). Born #OTD, 8 Dec, Hay fought in North Africa & winessed the Allied bombing of Bizerte in 1943
1/7
#Scottish #literature #Gaelic #Gaidhlig #poem #poetry #Warpoetry #WW2
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Intil the pitmirk nicht we northwart sail
Facin the bleffarts and the gurly seas
That ser’ out muckle skaith to mortal men…—J.K. Annand (1908–1993), “Arctic Convoy”
published in FROM THE LINE: Scottish War Poetry 1914–1945 (ASL, 2014)https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #20thcentury #poem #poetry #warpoetry #ww2 #arctic
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The Nut’s Birthday
Jessie PopeWhen Gilbert’s birthday came last spring,
Oh! How our brains were racked
To try to find a single thing
Our languid dear one lacked;
For, since he nestled at his ease
Upon the lap of Plenty,
Stock birthday presents failed to please
The Nut of two and twenty.
And so we bought …
#poetry #warpoetry #history #literature #remembrance https://war-poetry.com/jessie-pope-the-nuts-birthday/ -
Schoolmistress
Wilfred OwenSchoolmistress
Having, with bold Horatius, stamped her feet
And waved a final swashing arabesque
O'er the brave days of old, she ceased to bleat,
Slapped her Macaulay back upon the desk,
Resuned her calm gaze and her lofty seat.There, while she heard the classic lines repe…
#poetry #warpoetry #history #literature #remembrance https://war-poetry.com/wilfred-owen-schoolmistress/ -
The Supremer Sacrifice
Furnley Maurice(In the prisons of England many conscientious objectors have gone gradually insane. – Author’s note)
Close now the door; shut down the light:
Yet can these walls my wrath provoke,
While on the altar of my Right
My brain burns into smoke?Close now the door, and lock the chain,
Men have me judged, and I am glad:
I shall not cry out in my pain,
I will go slowly mad.… #poetry #warpoetry #history #literature #remembrance
https://war-poetry.com/furnley-maurice-the-supremer-sacrifice/" -
Henderson’s ELEGIES FOR THE DEAD IN CYRENAICA won the Somerset Maugham Award in 1949, netting him £660. With money in his pocket for the first time in his life, he stuck £10 on a horse in the Grand National called “Russian Hero”, an outsider at 66/1. It won, doubling his fortune at a stroke.
🟥🏇
2/10
https://www.thenation.com/article/archive/russian-hero/
#Scottish #literature #HamishHenderson #20thcentury #culture #poetry #poem #warpoetry #WW2 #horseracing #GrandNational
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Hamish Henderson (1919–2002) – poet, soldier, intellectual, activist, songwriter – was born #OTD, 11 Nov. A hugely important figure in Scottish culture, Henderson fought in North Africa & Italy in WW2. A 🎂🧵
There were no gods and precious few heroes…
—“Elegies for the Dead in Cyrenaica”1/10
#Scottish #literature #HamishHenderson #20thcentury #culture #poetry #poem #warpoetry #WW2 #RemembranceDay
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Some one was singing
Up a twisty stair,
A fragment of a song,
One sweet, spring day,
When twelve o’clock was ringing,
Through the sunny square…—Marion Angus (1865–1946), “Remembrance Day”
first published in THE LILT AND OTHER VERSES (1922)#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW1 #RemembranceDay
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Chan fhaca mi Lannes aig Ratasbon
no MacGillFhinnein aig Allt Èire
no Gill-Ìosa aig Cùil Lodair,
ach chunnaic mi Sasannach san Èipheit.(I did not see Lannes at Ratisbon
nor MacLennan at Auldearn
nor Gillies MacBain at Culloden,
but I saw an Englishman in Egypt.)—Somhairle MacGill-Eain (Sorley MacLean), “Curaidhean” (“Heroes”)
Sorley MacLean was severely wounded at El Alamein, 1942
#RemembranceSunday #Scottish #literature #Gaelic #Gaidhlig #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW2
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To Marykirk ye’ll set ye forth.
An’ whustle as ye step alang,
An’ aye the Grampians i’ the North
Are glow’rin’ on ye as ye gang.
By Martin’s Den, through beech an’ birk,
A breith comes soughin’, sweet an’ strang,
Alang the road to Marykirk…—Violet Jacob, “The Road to Marykirk”
#RemembranceSunday #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #warpoetry #WW1
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Past life, past tears, far past the grave,
The tryst is set for me,
Since, for our all, your all you gave
On the slopes of Picardy…—Violet Jacob, “To A.H.J.”
Violet Jacob’s only son, Harry, was killed at the Battle of the Somme on 16 July 1916, aged 20
https://www.cwgc.org/find-records/find-war-dead/casualty-details/502598/arthur-henry-augustus-jacob/
#RemembranceSunday #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW1
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Charles Hamilton Sorley was killed at the Battle of Loos in 1915, aged 20. A pencilled manuscript of his poem “When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead” was found in his kit after his death. Andrew O’Hagan recites the poem in this clip from 2014
https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p024c62h
#RemembranceSunday #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW1
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When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you’ll remember. For you need not so…—Charles Hamilton Sorley (1895–1915)
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47427/when-you-see-millions-of-the-mouthless-dead
#RemembranceSunday #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW1
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Return
Charles SorleyStill stand the downs so wise and wide?
Still shake the trees their tresses grey?
I thought their beauty might have died
Since I had been away.I might have known the things I love,
The winds, the flocking birds’ full cry,
The trees t…
#poetry #warpoetry #history #literature #remembrance https://war-poetry.com/charles-sorley-return/ -
The bell that tolls my syllables can tell
An underwater tale, clang how there fell
Suddenly out of a surface shouting world
Into dumb calm doomed children…—“S.S. City of Benares”, by George Sutherland Fraser (1915–1980) – born #OTD, 8 Nov.
On 18 September, 1940, at one minute past midnight, the SS CITY OF BENARES was torpedoed in the Atlantic. Of 134 passengers, 90 were child refugees bound for Canada. Only 13 children survived.
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #WarPoetry #WW2 #refugees
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RECONCILIATION.
Walt WhitmanWord over all, beautiful as the sky,
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be
utterly lost,
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash
again, and ever again, this soil'd world;
For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,
I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin-I draw near,
… #poetry #warpoetry #history #literature #remembrance
https://war-poetry.com/walt-whitman-reconciliation/" -
August 1914_
Isaac RosenbergWhat in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’s dear granary?
The much we shall miss?Three lives hath one life –
Iron, honey, gold.
The gold, the honey gone –
Left is the hard and cold.Iron are our lives
Molten right through our youth.
A burnt space through r…
#poetry #warpoetry #history #literature #remembrance https://war-poetry.com/isaac-rosenberg-august-1914_/ -
THE KNIGHT AND THE RUSSET PALMER.
Edward TennantGIVE you good day, Sir Knight,
And whither may you be bound ?
Methinks I could read your hand, Sir Knight,
As sure as the world is round. ''What do you lack, you Palmer old ?
And what would you have wi' me ?
Will you give me word of my true- love
That sails across the sea …
#poetry #warpoetry #history #literature #remembrance https://war-poetry.com/edward-tennant-the-knight-and-the-russet-palmer/ -
Listen to Sheena Wellington & Karine Polwart sing Violet Jacob’s poignant poem “Hallowe’en” to Jim Reid’s setting:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FisdvJmgVNY
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #song #Halloween #warpoem #warpoetry #ww1
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But gin the auld fowks’ tales are richt
An’ ghaists come hame on Hallow nicht,
O freend o’ freends! what wad I gie
To feel ye rax yer hand to me
Atween the dark an’ caun’le-licht?—Violet Jacob, “Hallowe’en”
first published in COUNTRY LIFE, 1920Jacob’s only son, Harry, was killed at the Somme in 1916
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Halloween #warpoem #warpoetry #WW1
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Aifter the boombers cleck
and the sodgers traik thro the skau
there’s an auld air sterts up –
bubblin and greetin.It’s a ballant mithers sing
on their hunkers i the stour
for a bairn deid.They ken it by hert.
—Alastair Mackie, “Pietà”
published in The Golden Treasury of Scottish Verse, @canongatebooks, 2021#Scottish #literature #Scots #Scotslanguage #poem #poetry #warpoem #warpoetry
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April, the last full fixture of the spring:
“Feet, Scottish, feet!” – they rucked the fear of God
Into Blackheath. Their club was everything…—“London Scottish”, by Mick Imlah (1956–2009) – born #OTD, 26 September.
Published in THE LOST LEADER (Faber, 2008)1/5
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/london-scottish/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW1 #rugby #LondonScottish
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But Davie’s deid!
Nae mair gude nor ill can betide him.
We happit him doun by Beaumont toun,
And the half o’ my hert’s in the mools aside him.“Home Thoughts from Abroad”—one of John Buchan’s First World War poems, in Scots
5/8
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #20thcentury #JohnBuchan #Scots #Scotslanguage #WarPoetry #FirstWorldWar
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The First Battle of the Somme began #OTD, 1 July, 1916. Violet Jacob’s only child, Harry, was killed in action in the battle. Jacob’s war poems are some of the most poignant & affecting works from the Home Front.
“To A.H.J.”, from MORE SONGS OF ANGUS & OTHERS (1918)
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoem #warpoetry #Somme #WW1 #FirstWorldwar
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Cantie in seaside simmer on the dunes,
I fling awa my dowp of cigarette
whaur bairns hae biggit castles out of sand
and watch the reik rise frae the parapet…—Robert Garioch Sutherland (1909–1987), “During a Music Festival”
Today, 8 May, is the 80th anniversary of VE Day
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #WarPoetry #WW2 #VEDay #VEDay80
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Now the soldier has come home.
He has fought his way back
To the faces of the gnome-children
With still magic in their glances…—James Findlay Hendry (1912–1986), “The Return”
Today, 8 May, is the 80th anniversary of VE Day
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/from_the_line/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #WarPoetry #WW2 #VEDay #VEDay80