Sunday, August 26, 2007

A drunk man looks at the thistle

A little excert from Macdiarmid's poem, another one which throws a light on the Scots character.

The language that but sparely flooers
And maistly gangs to weed;
The thocht o' Christ and Calvary
Aye liddenin' in my heid;
And a' the dour provincial thocht
That merks the Scottish breed
- These are the thistle's characters,
To argie there's nae need.
Hoo weel my verse embodies
The thistle you can read!
- But will a Scotsman never
Frae this vile growth be freed?...

While surfing, I came across this recording of the poem. Absolutely fascinating to listen to.

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