the inter-lunar lords are shining

I know I'm guilty of blipping from the pictured (2011) Sorley MacLean collected poems fairly often ...

... but it really is such a wonderful volume of verse :-)

Here's a favourite 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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