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  1. Christmas Eve. The hour between tea and black-out.
    The stove reddens and snores in the gathering dusk.
    Five tin helmets hang in a row on the wall,
    Their little black pot-bellies gleam in the glow of the fire…

    —Flora Garry, “Ambulance Depot, 1942”
    published in FROM THE LINE: Scottish War Poetry 1914–1945

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    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #warpoetry #WW2 #womenwriters

  2. Faar’s Baabie Jeanie’s loon? The aal wife hersel
    Stans treeshin hame the milkers at the ley park yett.
    Faa caas the mornin cairt an fordals neeps an strae,
    Wi waages up an risin an fee’d folk sae ull to get?…

    —“War: 1939–1945” by Flora Garry (1900–2000)—born #OTD, 30 September
    published in FROM THE LINE: Scottish War Poetry 1914–1945

    1/2

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    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #20thcentury #warpoetry #WW2 #womenwriters

  3. April, the last full fixture of the spring:
    “Feet, Scottish, feet!” – they rucked the fear of God
    Into Blackheath…

    —“London Scottish”, by Mick Imlah (1956–2009) – born #OTD, 26 September
    published in THE LOST LEADER (Faber, 2008)

    1/5

    scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/p

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW1 #rugby #LondonScottish #MickImlah

  4. 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…

    —George Sutherland Fraser (1915–1980), “S.S. City of Benares”

    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

  5. 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…

    —JF Hendry – “The Return”

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    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #warpoem #warpoetry #WW2

  6. How we could ever have come to this pass?
    Is all we are asking…

    “Question & Answer”, by James Findlay Hendry (1912–1986) – born #OTD, 12 September

    With G.S. Fraser & Henry Treece, author, poet & translator J.F. Hendry was a contributor to the “New Apocalypse” poetic movement of the 1930s

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    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #warpoem #warpoetry #WW2

  7. 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?

    —Sheena Wellington & Karine Polwart sing Violet Jacob’s achingly sad poem “Hallowe’en”

    7/8

    youtube.com/watch?v=FisdvJmgVNY

    #Scottish #literature #Scots #Scotslanguage #19thCentury #20thcentury #WomenWriters #VioletJacob #warpoetry #ww1

  8. 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…

    —Violet Jacob, “The Road to Marykirk”
    published in MORE SONGS OF ANGUS & OTHERS (1918)

    6/8

    #Scottish #literature #Scots #Scotslanguage #19thCentury #20thcentury #WomenWriters #VioletJacob #warpoetry #WW1

  9. Harry – Violet Jacob’s only child – died aged just twenty from wounds received at the Battle of the Somme, on 16 July 1916. 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)

    5/8

    #Scottish #literature #warpoetry #WW1 #19thCentury #20thcentury #WomenWriters #VioletJacob

  10. 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

    6/9

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    #Scottish #literature #JohnBuchan #20thcentury #poem #poetry #warpoem #warpoetry #ww1 #Scots #ScotsLanguage

  11. Like an unnourished rose I see you now, and yours the
    Pallor of that city of soot and pigeons…

    —George Sutherland Fraser, “A Winter Letter (To my sister in London, from Asmara)”
    published in From the Line: Scottish War Poetry 1914–1945 (ASL, 2014)

    Today, 2 August, is Sisters Day

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #sisters #SistersDay #WarPoem #WarPoetry #WW2

  12. Hugh Roberts (Uni Exeter) introduces translations of moving poetry by Ukrainian soldiers in a conversation with Adelie Pojzman-Pontay on _Ukraine the Latest_. It starts at 12:30 in today's episode. youtu.be/7AXCoKZkXMI 🇺🇦

    #WarPoetry #RussoUkrainianWar #StandWithUkraine

  13. “An Eala Bhan” (“The White Swan”) has been performed by a huge number of Gaelic artists from Julie Fowlis to Capercallie & Linda Macleod who grew up in the same part of North Uist as Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna. She speaks here to Cathy McDonald about the significance of the song and the man behind it

    bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p03z41p3

    #Scottish #literature #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #poem #warpoetry #Somme #WW1

  14. Gur duilich leam mar tha mi
    ’S mo chridhe ’n sàs aig bròn
    Bhon an uair a dh’fhàg mi
    Beanntan ard a’ cheò
    Gleanntannan a’ mhànrain
    Nan loch, nam bàgh ‘s nan sròm
    ’S an eala bhàn tha tàmh orra
    Gach là air ’m bheil mi ’n tòir…

    —Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna, “An Eala Ban”

    The First Battle of the Somme began #OTD, 1 July, 1916. Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna / Donald MacDonald composed “An Eala Bhan” (“The White Swan”) during the battle.

    #Scottish #literature #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #poem #warpoetry #Somme #WW1

  15. “The Sodgers”, by Alexander Scott (1920–1989)

    Alexander Scott landed in Normandy in 1944 with the Gordon Highlanders, & saw action in the Ardennes & crossing the Rhine. He later became Head of Scottish Literature at the University of Glasgow, was president of ASL from 1976–79, & was a founding editor of our annual anthology NEW WRITING SCOTLAND

    Today, 6 June, is the anniversary of D-Day

    #Scottish #literature #DDay #poem #poetry #20thcentury #warpoem #warpoetry #WW2 #Scots #Scotslanguage

  16. Hey! Jock, are ye glad ye ’listed?
    O Jock, but ye’re far frae hame!
    What d’ye think o’ the fields o’ Flanders?
    Jockey lad, are ye glad ye came?

    —Neil Munro, “Hey, Jock, are ye glad ye ’listed?”
    in FROM THE LINE: Scottish War Poetry 1914–1945

    Munro served as a war correspondent during WW1. His own son, Hugh, was killed in action in 1915

    3/5

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    #Scottish #literature #poetry #warpoetry #WW1

  17. When you were people
    We could have loved you,
    Found out your names
    And brought you presents…

    —“Poem for Innocent Victims of War” by AC Jacobs (1937–1994) – born #OTD, 30 May
    Published in NAMELESS COUNTRY: Selected Poems (Carcanet, 2018)

    A 🎂 🧵

    1/6

    carcanet.co.uk/9781784106751/n

    #Scottish #literature #poetry #Jewish #diaspora #20thcentury #warpoetry

  18. 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

  19. 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)

    scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/p

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW2 #VEDay

  20. 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”

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW2 #VEDay #Scots #Scotslanguage

  21. 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”)

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #poem #poetry #WarPoetry #WW2 #VEDay

  22. 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

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #WarPoetry #WW2 #VEDay

  23. 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

  24. 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)

    carcanet.co.uk/9781784106751/n

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #WarPoetry

  25. 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

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #20thcentury #WW2

  26. 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

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW2

  27. “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

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    thenational.scot/news/19307039

    #Scottish #literature #Gaelic #Gaidhlig #poem #poetry #Warpoetry #WW2

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