Sunday, September 21, 2014

September 2014

By Carol Ann Duffy 
Tha gaol agam ort *

A thistle can draw blood,
                                            so can a rose,
growing together
where the river flows, shared currency,
across a border it can never know:
where, somewhen, Rabbie Burns might swim,
or pilgrim Keats come walking
out of love for him.
                                  Aye, here’s to you,
cousins, sisters, brothers,
in your bold, brave, brilliant land:  
the thistle jags our hearts,
take these roses,
                             from our bloodied hands.

*I love you

No comments:

Post a Comment