a thousand lights low and high

I just can't speak highly enough of the pictured 2011 Sorley MacLean collected poems ...

... if you haven't got it, do consider finding a copy ;-)

Here's a short poem from within:


Lights

When the auburn head lies
on my shoulder and my breast
the dawn of triumph opens
however gloomy the darkness.

A light in the South-East,
Orion over the Greek Mountain,
a light in the South-West,
Venus over the generous Cuillin.

When my lips are on her cheeks
the inter-lunar lords are shining,
a thousand lights low and high,
auburn head and blue eyes.

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Sorley MacLean (1911 - 1996)

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