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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>15 Selected Love Poems in Scots</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">1.Ballad</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh cauld's the doonrush o a burn <br>In winter's iron thraa, <br>Bit caulder still's a merriage bed <br>Fin luv has stolen awa.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Far niver gowden sun luiks doon, <br>Sae derk's the gairden booer¬<br>Bit derker yet's the hairt o man <br>Far skaith an sorra cooer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh deep's a dreich an dowie loch <br>Far salmon niver sweems, <br>Bit deeper still's the cruel mire <br>That smores a bairn's dreams.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh I wad don the goun sae green, <br>Wi lilies hap ma head<br>An like Tam Lin the elfin knicht, <br>Step ower the burn o bluid<br>That rins between this eirdly warld <br>An kingdom o the fay, <br>Far niver mortal feet may gyang, <br>Nor mortal thochts bring wae.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">2.Eve</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bird o Paradise, <br>Spirk o Original sin, <br>An efterthocht. <br>A rib o the yird <br>Rowed up in a cutty claith; <br>A wanton, a limmer, <br>The hurly-gush o the river's <br>Nae fur ye.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Strae-dallie, a peach, a leech, <br>Ye're the stank o a gairden puil! <br>Quine, ye're a chaip bawbee, <br>A vessel, a vassal haudin the <br>Wine o yer Lord's creation. <br>Spunk that kinnelt temptation, <br>Ye war framed fur the fire, <br>Fur the Fa, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Frae the verra first.<br>Ye an the serpent<br>Scapegoats. <br>Baith accurst.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">3.The Keepsake<br>for the late Charles Middleton (1907-88) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fin I wis wee, wi leaward lug, <br>Ma faither's Scots wis branch an bouer; <br>An ower ma bairnhood, like an aik, <br>His thochts an wirds war leaf an flouer.<br>Far ither's een turned soor an blear <br>On dubby park or dreepin Ben, <br>Settin their sichts on gowd or gear, <br>Priceless, he caad the Tullich glen.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fowk's mortal reets rin strang an deep, <br>Sae, at the hinmaist o his span, <br>I laid him in his last, lang sleep <br>Near far his warldly ploys began.<br>Beeriet the bane, bit nae the virr, <br>Langsyne it fand anither reest¬<br>Gin I draw nigh tae Lochnagar, <br>A deid man's hairt lowps in ma breist.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">4.A Drap o Bluid Faas in the Wine</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The bairnie at its mither's breist <br>Bides in a beild it sune maun tyne¬<br>A gorblie, cowpit frae its reest¬<br>A drap o bluid faas in the wine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The halflin cairries at his core<br>The mortal guff will gar him dwine¬<br>A ratten chitters at his door<br>A drap o bluid faas in the wine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A lass pits on a gowden ring, <br>A may, becam a merriet quine¬<br>A lintie clippit i' the wing<br>A drap o bluid faas in the wine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">5.The Halflin's Jo</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His hairt's an aipple ony Eve micht pu; <br>Gin I cud wyle fur him a quine, <br>I'd pyke him ane fa's kisses brimmed the mou¬<br>Lang, sweet, an slokin as the pearly dyew.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her spik wad be a madrigal o spring; <br>She'd seem mair magical nur ony Beltane meen, <br>Makkin his noons rejoice, his sleep-rowed midnichts reem <br>Wi secret pleisurs, rich delichts<br>That ony prince wad teem his rarest kist tae pree. <br>Fur she wad be a marble temple in a dwaumin sea <br>The sweeshlin tides keep fite<br>Aroon the idol keepit at her core, <br>She'd be his acolyte...<br>Syne, in his inmaist breist-bane, <br>I'd cut strang, agin the time<br>Fin cynic age the pith frae life has dung: <br>Aince, he wis bonnie, weel-beluved, an young.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">6.A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever<br>Birse farmer, circa 1963</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heich simmer makks the hochs a love-juice cauldron. <br>Dauchlin astride a sunshine-drookit dyke, <br>I heard an engine purr, an iron bawdron, <br>The bowfin o a coo's-lick touslie tyke.<br>Syne suddent, frae ayont deep-shaddaed trees, <br>A fairm-chiel drave his combine ower the Ian–<br>The jetty curls upon his broo ableeze<br>Wi sun, as ony bonnie Grecian Pan.<br>Braid showders, glistenin broon, the loon, bare-backit <br>Sat squar abune the corn, like a young God<br>Ridin alang the barley-rigs half-nyaakit, <br>Watched bi a lustfu virgin an a bawd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Reid kerchief lichtly wippit neth his chin, <br>A mou wad sook the hinney frae a bee, <br>Sweet fusslin, ower the birrin chariot's din; <br>He smiled full on me, wi a bull-black ee.<br>Twa birdies flichtered, coortin ben the corn, <br>Syne drappt tae couple, as pretensions tirred¬<br>Their birdsang like the sounin o a horn, <br>Biddin me cast ma bairnhood tae the yird.<br>He raisse tae cry his tyke, the stoot claith held <br>The fite swan o his secret manhood trussed <br>As faist's a muir-fire wi a breem is melled; <br>I kent the gnaawin thorn-stob o lust.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">7.Heich Fur Houghmagandie! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The makk o man is richt designed <br>A wummin's pud tae pleisur <br>Gin he's weel-hung, she'll draa the bung <br>Tae praise him in guid meisur, <br>An he may chap his tirlin-pin <br>Her yett tae caa ajee, <br>Fur ilkie merry maid maun hae <br>A jo tae birzel wi.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The mount o Venus boos tae grip <br>A stick o Adam's stock; <br>The tappit hen lies doon afore <br>The crawin o the cock.<br>In mony's the hame at dawn o day, <br>The spurtle bangs the coggie, <br>An gin it winna, wives will gie <br>The guidman's cod a shoggie.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sae shortsome, shortsome is the nicht, <br>Warmed bi anither's shanks <br>Weel leeze-ye `tween the snawy sheets <br>Fin luv kicks aff the branks.<br>Some worship lear, an ithers gear, <br>Gie me a rousin randy<br>A brawny back tae stap a crack, <br>Syne heich fur houghmagandie! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">8.In Flagrante Delicto</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Twa baas cam chappin at ma yett¬<br>The glory o the spheres! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">9.Sang till the Unborn Bairn</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ye slippit aneth ma breist; <br>Murmerin thrum o life, <br>Soomin in secret watter, <br>Kittle an blythe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I maun cairry an keep ye—<br>Bairn i the bane, <br>Trimmilin sap i' the leaf, <br>Wecht i the wame.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ye are the lichtenin faa, <br>Stag-bolt deep i the derk; <br>The lowe that ma laddie gaed me, <br>The reid man-sperk.<br>Ye are a lichtsome creel, <br>The pledge he canna brak, <br>A brierin seed i the dreel, <br>He'll nae win back! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">10.The Serpent's Sang<br>for A Makar</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Gin I wis ivy, I wid twine<br>Yon lang, lean limbs, unyieldin's stane, <br>Sear laggard thocht; a kinnelt vine, <br>Wi leaves o langin fill his een.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He'd learn tae loe me quick eneuch, <br>Gin he war bane, an I war bluid¬<br>A flytin tide, I'd draw awa, <br>Leavin him pale, as I am reid.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am the serpent in the stoor; <br>Though lower than the dust I lie, <br>I haud the knowledge o delicht, <br>O fa daur pass me by? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A thoosand-fauld they crush my heid, <br>I hissin rise an multiply.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">11.Winter Wooin</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Smoorichin saftly throw the fir, <br>A wooer in a silken veil<br>Is the sleety smirr; <br>The doon-scud i the burnie's dreel, <br>Dird-dirlin roon frae tap till tail <br>Is the fiddler's reel.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The birks staun ootlinned, chitterin cauld¬<br>Quines clad in cassen claes<br>At a Ne'erday ball.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The blinterin, blichtit sun's a faithless lad, <br>Fas fickle favour blears ower hoose an ha; <br>Bracken's a glekit, feckless, tummelt lass, <br>Cowpt ower, roch-wooed, amang the secret sna.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O love's a bigsie burn that's naething blate¬<br>Wormin its viper's wye till the brae's briest, <br>Or wild an wanton, terrible in spate, <br>Wad wed withoot the blessin o a priest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As ice crack tinkles sherp afore the thaw, <br>So cauldrife winter brakks the simmer's lyre, <br>The clook within the eagle's sweengin claw; <br>Love's but a yowie, sneck't on barbit wire.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">12.The Slichtit Lassie's Sang</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hard an sudden, as the huntsman's shot <br>Sinks i' the safteness o the snawy dove, <br>Deep as the dirk on its derk business quests <br>I' the gralloch o the stag, <br>Sae wad I loue ye, love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'd mak my skin as firm's a coral bed <br>Far on fite flesh ye'd slip like ony eel; <br>I'd be the sea-anemone, that's poised <br>Tae clook, an claw, an steal<br>The smaaest pleisur, frae the gangrel faem, <br>Till, lang an slow the shuddrin tide draws back, <br>A sated eagle, glutted o her prey, <br>Syne wad my talons slack.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'd be the yird, an ye wad be the tree<br>Sae straucht an siccar, raxxin fur the lift. <br>The cloud may haud the leaf — an I'd agree <br>Tae grip the reet, sae ticht ye'd niver shift.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Gin thochts be lochan's waves, it's hairmless thinkin; <br>The watter seeks the san, an haps it roun.<br>The fish may loup the linn, as swack as jinkin, <br>An niver droon.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bit ay I wauken, like a hungry ghaist<br>That's traivelled ower a brae o barren stane, <br>Kent anely consummation o the mist, <br>Swickit o warmth, ma bonnie lover gaen.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">13.The Tryst</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Twa lovers trysted bi the birk, <br>The lass had munelicht in her een¬<br>Bit creepin saftly throw the mirk, <br>The waukrife lad had nane.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Warm was his kiss an strang his airm, <br>The blin-sicht mowdie turned awa, <br>Nae lad sae fine could mean her hairm, <br>Her bridal guest, the hoodie craw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A lass gaed up the ferny hill, <br>A gowk came back wi feint a word; <br>The cankered worm wis on its broo <br>And in its wame, the yird.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">14.Breem Beddit</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The wids are wide, the heather's thick–<br>It wraps her roon, a bonnie plaidie; <br>The bracken widna clype nor cheep, <br>The lea-lang nicht, he held her steady.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">An fin auld age creeps in twa-fauld, <br>Makks o a maid a dottled deem<br>She'll hug It tae her like a shawl, <br>Yon nichts she beddit i' the breem.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Buik learnin's gran – a puckle lear <br>Pits pith an pouer in yer pow; <br>The lips were vrocht for kittler cheer–<br>Set on anither's, cracks a lowe, <br>Caa's caution rikkin ower the whin; <br>The bluid gangs soondin like a drum, <br>Braith braks on braith, a boundin linn, <br>An searin hett's the brand's owercome.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Love sunders lad an lass in turn, <br>Can ne'er be brukk, nor broukit; <br>Aince pree the wave, yer doon the burn, <br>Yer ower the heid, an drookit.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">15. Lot's Wife</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Luikin back, she saw her maiden-sel<br>Her sma breist, warm <br>In the palm o his langin, <br>The sliddery girse, the broon yird <br>Movin aneth them.<br>Twa in ain, <br>A Beltane jinin, <br>Makkin a wummin<br>Oot o a trimmilin quine; <br>An wee an far abeen <br>The branchin wid, <br>Booin its airms in blessin.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The waddin ring held constant; <br>Time didna twist the circle, <br>Naething cud grind it doon, <br>Wechtit gowd.<br>Lord, it wis sweir tae shift. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ye wid hae thocht twa fowk, <br>Wi the early pech o passion spent, <br>Cud still luik at the road afore, <br>An nae tak scunner.<br>She swithered, luikit back. <br>Aathin she did, gaun forrit, <br>Wid be a faat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sae wis't a winner, <br>The first steen tear<br>Frae her hardenin hairt, <br>He wid neither heed, nur need, <br>Hid the taste o satt?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sheena+Blackhall">Sheena Blackhall</a></strong></div>

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