• Text size      
  • Send this article to a friend
  • Print this article

Souls shaped by the land

IT was a foolish person indeed, thought Hugh MacDiarmid, who could look on a Scottish hillside and see only heather.

We know because MacDiarmid tells us, in verse which peers beyond what the fool sees to list the things he doesn't: the "sage-green leaves" of the bog-myrtle, the milkworts "blue as summer skies", the sphagnum moss in "pastel shades" sitting "in neglected peat-hags, not worked/Within living memory". MacDiarmid sees all this and more, and in response asks the famous question which gives one of his poems its title: "Scotland small? Our multiform, our infinite Scotland small?"

Contextual targeting label: 
Arts and Entertainment

Commenting & Moderation

We moderate all comments on HeraldScotland on either a pre-moderated or post-moderated basis. If you're a relatively new user then your comments will be reviewed before publication and if we know you well then your comments will be subject to moderation only if other users or the moderators believe you've broken the rules, which are available here.

Moderation is undertaken full-time 9am-6pm on weekdays, and on a part-time basis outwith those hours. Please be patient if your posts are not approved instantly.