| = adieu, monsieur | corina dragomir [18.Apr.05 16:40] |
| THE TRYST Sae luely luely cam she in, And luely she lay doun I kent her be her caller lips And her breists sae sma and roon. Aa thru the nicht we spak nae word Nor sindered bane frae bane Aa thru the nicht I heard her hert Gang soundin wi my ain. It was boot the waukrife hour When cocks begin tae craw That she smool'd saftly thu the mirk Afore the day wud daw Sae luely luely cam she in Sae luely was she gaen An wi her aa my simmer days Like they had never been. by William Soutar P.S your poem had a tremendous effect on me. frankly, one reason may be the fact that I have understood everything. thanks for posting such interesting poems.:) | |
| = Alisdaire | Alisdaire O\'Caoimph [19.Apr.05 05:34] |
| Corina... many many thanks for your reply, Honoured that you enjoyed it and glad to see someone that enjoys the doric tongue ...The pleasure is mine...angain many many thanks | |