Plenty of Nothing

The Old Landfill

Mars Is Braw In Crammasy

 

This evening walking home I spotted the planet Mars and recited this verse, "The Bonnie Broukit Bairn" by Hugh MacDiarmid:

Mars is braw in crammasy,

Venus in a green silk goun,

The auld mune shak's her gowden feathers,

Their starry talk's a wheen o' blethers,

Nane for thee a thouchtie sparin',

Earth, thou bonnie broukit bairn!

-- But greet, an' in your tears ye'll droun

The haill clanjamfrie!

The lyric was published in MacDiarmid's Sangschaw in 1925. The photo of Mars is from this site. Douglas

Trente-sept

In stormy Octobre,
Quand les boulevardes sont wet,
What better time
To be trente-sept?

Les arbres dans the avenue
Their feuilles rejet.
When would you rather
Be trente-sept?

Les vapeurs scud,
Le soleil set.
In Paris everyone
Is trente-sept.

Rhubarb!

It's sour,
And has cleansing power.
Eat it in a crumble,
Makes your tummy rumble.
Mmm, Rhubarb.