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<title>CityCyclingEdinburgh Forum &#187; Tag: poetry - Recent Topics</title>
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<title>unhurt on "OT: well versed"</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 19:30:59 +0000</pubDate>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Share poetry you've read that made you feel things. (You may or may not choose to say what those things were.) &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Most everything by Robin Robertson is good, but this in particular wrenches something inside - but beautifully:&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;CRIMOND&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#60;em&#62;i.m. Jessie Seymour Irvine&#60;/em&#62;&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Daughter of the manse of Dunnottar, then Peterhead&#60;br /&#62;
and Crimond, all north-eastern edges over unstill waters,&#60;br /&#62;
what softness brought this tune from your young hands?&#60;br /&#62;
The tune my father called for every Sunday: the 23rd psalm.&#60;br /&#62;
When I hear it now, it's all wet cobbles and the haar&#60;br /&#62;
rolling in down the street outside, and him&#60;br /&#62;
shaking their hands, sharp in his black and white:&#60;br /&#62;
the dog-collar (I knew) cut clean from a bottle of Fairy Liquid.&#60;br /&#62;
How far we all are from where we thought we'd be:&#60;br /&#62;
those parishioners all vanished long ago; my father – ash&#60;br /&#62;
above the crematorium; me, swimming back-crawl&#60;br /&#62;
through the valley of the shadow of death, and you –&#60;br /&#62;
not even a photograph left of you – the girl who will never&#60;br /&#62;
touch again the foot of the cross at Crimond. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;- Robin Robertson
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<title>Smudge on "To the angry car driver at Haymarket this morning..."</title>
<link>http://citycyclingedinburgh.info/bbpress/topic.php?id=1291#post-11809</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 08:32:44 +0000</pubDate>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;&#34;I too have a car,&#60;br /&#62;
I am not queueing,&#60;br /&#62;
you are.&#34;&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;With apologies to all the &#34;proper&#34; Haiku poets out there ;-)
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