Two love poems in Scots, by Hugh MacDiarmid, one to the earth itself, the other to his human love. Both show him at his lyrical and un-polemical best.

MILK-WORT AND BOG-COTTON

Cwa’een like milk-wort and bog-cotton hair!

I love you, earth, in this mood best o’ a’

When the shy spirit like a laich wind moves

And frae the lift nae shadow can fa’

Sine there’s nocht left to thraw a shadow there

Owre een like milk-wort and milk-white cotton hair.

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Wad that nae leaf upon anither wheeled

A shadow either and nae root need dern

In sacrifice to let sic beauty be!

But deep surroondin’ darkness I discern

Is aye the price o’ licht. Wad licht revealed

Naething but you, and nicht nocht else concealed.

WHEESHT, WHEESHT

Wheesht, wheesht, my foolish hert,

For weel ye ken

I widna ha’e ye stert

Auld ploys again.

~

It’s guid to see her lie

Sae snod an’ cool,

A’ lust o’ lovin’ by –

Wheesht, wheesht, ye fule!