#fivetleafclover #findingmagic #details #naturepoetry #observation #photography #naturephotography #nature
“The richness of Donnchadh Bàn’s language becomes a metaphor for the richness of nature... The poem is a song & the music itself becomes a metaphor for the co-existence of different forms of life”
—Meg Bateman on “Moladh Beinn Dòbhrain” for Irish Pages
2/5
https://irishpages.org/in-praise-of-ben-dorain/?v=79cba1185463
#Scottish #literature #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #poem #poetry #18thcentury #naturewriting #naturepoetry
Je vous ai publié cette histoire poétique, symbolique et initiatique sur le podcast de voie poétique ainsi que sur le site voiepoetique.com
Une histoire qui a été écrite en une fois, d'un seul jet, sans n'y apporter aucune correction.
J'espère qu'elle vous plaira.
J'attends vos cœurs et vos commentaires impatiemment... Et surtout sur la question centrale posée dans ce texte.
The grey roots circle thee, who never knew
At any hour within thy travels lone
A human shape but mine…
—Olive Fraser, “The Adder of Quinag”
in THE WRONG MUSIC, @canongatebooks 1989
4/6
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/adder-quinag/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #womenwriters #OliveFraser #naturewriting #naturepoetry #snake #wildlife
“MacBeth out-Hughes’ Hughes here. A masterpiece of control, ‘Owl’ is stitched with the kinds of metaphor that capture the brutality of evolutionary purpose in simple, uncompromising phrases”
—Steve Whitaker on George MacBeth’s poem “Owl”
2/2
https://yorkshiretimes.co.uk/article/Poem-Of-The-Week-Owl-By-George-Macbeth-1932-1992
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #naturepoetry #naturewriting #owl #owls
George MacBeth (1932–1992) was born #OTD, 19 Jan
“MacBeth’s language is beautifully melodic: the stanzas unfold like operatic arias, becoming more florid & complex in thought as the poem develops…”
—Carol Rumens on MacBeth’s “The God of Love”
1/2
https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2010/jun/07/poem-week-god-love-macbeth
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #naturepoetry #naturewriting
At the raw end of winter
the mountain is half snow, half
dun grass. Only when snow
moves does it become a hare…
—Anna Crowe, “A Calendar of Hares”
published in A SECRET HISTORY OF RHUBARB (Mariscat, 2004)