Archive for July 31st, 2015

Friday, 31 July 2015

Reothairt by Sorley MacLean

Again and again when I am broken
my thought comes on you when you were young,
and the incomprehensible ocean fills
with floodtide and a thousand sails.

The shore of trouble is hidden
with its reefs and the wrack of grief,
and the unbreaking wave strikes
about my feet with a silken rubbing.

How did the springtide not last,
the springtide more golden to me than to the birds,
and how did I lose its succour,
ebbing drop by drop of grief?


Date:1977 (Scots Gaelic and English)

By: Sorley MacLean (1911-1996)

Translated by: Sorley MacLean (1911-1996)