Orkney / This Life - Andrew Greig

It is big sky and its changes,
the sea all round and the waters within.
It is the way sea and sky
work off each other constantly,
like people meeting in Alfred Street,
each face coming away with a hint
of the other's face pressed in it.
It is the way a week-long gale
ends and folk emerge to hear
a single bird cry way high up.

As toward the Ascrean Mount - Giambattista Felice Zappi

As toward the Ascrean mount I take my way
  Attending Glory at my right I hail;—

Roses in Springtime - Publius Annius Florus

Roses are here at last: thanks to the mood
Of lovely Spring, one day shows barbs of bloom;

The Seeking of Self - Vyacheslav Ivanov

Dying, the seed will discover the self it finds in the losing.

White Paper - Sydney Jephcott

Snowy-smooth beneath the pen—
  Richest field that iron ploughs,
Germinating thoughts of men,
  Tho’ no heaven its rain allows.

Clear air - Gabriel Rosenstock

You came from clear air
Pure sky
Of our being

Words - Charles Harpur

Words are deeds. The words we hear
May revolutionize or rear
A mighty state. The words we read
May be a spiritual deed

Cuttin’ Rushes - Moira O’Neill

Oh, maybe it was yesterday, or fifty years ago!
  Meself was risin’ early on a day for cuttin’ rushes.

Had I a Golden Pound - Francis Ledwidge

Had I a golden pound to spend,
My love should mend and sew no more.
And I would buy her a little quern,
Easy to turn on the kitchen floor.

I Will Not Have You Think Me Less - Santob de Carrion

I Will not have you think me less
  Than others of my faith,
Who live on a generous king’s largess,
  Forsworn at every breath.