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  1. 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

  2. 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

  3. 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

  4. 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

  5. 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

  6. 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

  7. 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

  8. 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

  9. 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

  10. 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

  11. 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

  12. 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

  13. 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

  14. 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

  15. 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

  16. 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

  17. 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

  18. “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

    thenational.scot/news/19307039

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

  19. 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

  20. 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)

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #20thcentury #poem #poetry #warpoetry #ww2 #arctic

  21. The Nut’s Birthday
    Jessie Pope

    When 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 war-poetry.com/jessie-pope-the

  22. Schoolmistress
    Wilfred Owen

    Schoolmistress
    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 war-poetry.com/wilfred-owen-sc

  23. 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
    war-poetry.com/furnley-maurice"

  24. 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

    thenation.com/article/archive/

    #Scottish #literature #HamishHenderson #20thcentury #culture #poetry #poem #warpoetry #WW2 #horseracing #GrandNational

  25. 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

  26. 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

  27. 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

  28. 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

  29. 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

    cwgc.org/find-records/find-war

    #RemembranceSunday #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW1

  30. 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

    bbc.co.uk/programmes/p024c62h

    #RemembranceSunday #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW1

  31. 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)

    poetryfoundation.org/poems/474

    #RemembranceSunday #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #warpoetry #WW1

  32. Return
    Charles Sorley

    Still 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 war-poetry.com/charles-sorley-

  33. 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

  34. RECONCILIATION.
    Walt Whitman

    Word 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
    war-poetry.com/walt-whitman-re"

  35. August 1914_
    Isaac Rosenberg

    What 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 war-poetry.com/isaac-rosenberg

  36. THE KNIGHT AND THE RUSSET PALMER.
    Edward Tennant

    GIVE 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 war-poetry.com/edward-tennant-

  37. 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, 1920

    Jacob’s only son, Harry, was killed at the Somme in 1916

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Halloween #warpoem #warpoetry #WW1

  38. 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

  39. 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

    scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/p

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

  40. 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

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #20thcentury #JohnBuchan #Scots #Scotslanguage #WarPoetry #FirstWorldWar

  41. 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

  42. 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

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #WarPoetry #WW2 #VEDay #VEDay80

  43. 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

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #WarPoetry #WW2 #VEDay #VEDay80