bente’s Reviews > A Year of Scottish Poems > Status Update

mar 22 - “Rocking her arms for very pleasure
That every leaf so sweet can smell,
And that she has on her the warm blue jacket
Of mine, she liked so well.”

mar 21 - “There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee;
Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee;
When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.”

mar 20 - “He either fears his Fate too much,
Or his Deserts are small,
That puts it not unto the Touch,
To win or lose it all ...”

mar 19 - “Oh Grandpa, Grandpa, why is your soup so glorious? I say tucking into my fourth bowl in a day.”

mar 18 - “Wi lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi' me.”

mar 17 - “All one morning all together in an hour
March weather”

mar 16 - “Tempting when all returns to normal to forget what made us marvel, or wonder if it really happened.”

mar 15 - “In my still heart, the thoughts awoke Came bone by bone together -
Say, birds and sun and spring, is love A mere affair of weather?”

mar 13 - “For thy life shall depart with the joy it hath given, And a judgement of justice awaits thee in heaven.”

mar 12 - “It's always the small that gets you, a wee act of kindness, the tiniest detail, a stranger's caress, your heart, the way you react when faced with the trials.”

“Beauty, inches close to sorrow.”