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gezongen teksten Edwin Morgan (uit Sonnets from Scotland, 1984)<br />
The Solway Canal<br />
Slowly through the Cheviot Hills at dawn<br />
we sailed. The high steel bridge at Carter Bar<br />
passed over us in fog with not a car<br />
in its broad lanes. Our hydrofoil slid on,<br />
vibrating quietly through wet rock walls<br />
and scarves of dim half-sparkling April mist;<br />
a wizard with a falcon on his wrist<br />
was stencilled on our bow. Rough waterfalls<br />
fl ashed on that northern island of the Scotts<br />
as the sun steadily came up and cast<br />
red light along the uplands and the waves,<br />
and gulls with open beaks tore out our thoughts<br />
through the thick glass to where the Eildons massed,<br />
or down to the Canal’s drowned borderers’ graves.<br />
A Place of Many Waters<br />
Infi nitely variable water,<br />
let seals bob in your silk or loll on Mull<br />
where the lazy fringes rustle; let hull<br />
and screw slew you round, blind heavy daughter<br />
feeling for shores; keep kelpies in loch lairs,<br />
eels gliding, malts mashing, salmon springing;<br />
let the bullers roar to the terns winging<br />
in from a North Sea’s German Ocean airs<br />
of pressing crashing Prussian evening blue;<br />
give linns long fall; bubble divers bravely<br />
down to mend the cable you love to rust;<br />
and slant at night through lamplit cities, true<br />
as change is true, on gap-site pools, gravely<br />
splintering the puckering of the gust.<br />
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