Beyond reason and nature

Blip tells me this is my 1,095th entry ...

... and I do know that I quote from the pictured Sorley MacLean 2011 'Collected Poems' frequently! --- but I just cannot resist a lengthy excerpt to mark the occasion ;-)

The verses below are taken from the simply stunning 'Poems for Eimhir', all of which are contained within this *truly* wonderful volume.

'Poems for Eimhir' is a long sequence of some sixty poems, written in Gaelic, and widely considered to be MacLean's masterpiece --- the poems deal with intertwining themes of love, landscape and history; and are probably among the most important poetic works ever written in Gaelic.

This section ranges over time and nature; giving powerful voice to feelings of longing, love and beauty --- it just never fails to completely stop me in my tracks:


‘Poems for Eimhir’

XLI
My love

My love for you has gone beyond poetry,
beyond imagination, beyond pride,
beyond love-talk, beyond hummed song,
beyond art, beyond laughter-music,
beyond joy, beyond loveliness,
beyond grief, beyond agony,
beyond reason, beyond nature,
beyond the great surging world.

XLII
Shores

If we were in Talisker on the shore
where the great white mouth
opens between two hard jaws,
Rubha nan Clach and the Bioda Ruadh,
I would stand beside the sea
renewing love in my spirit
while the ocean was filling
Talisker bay forever:
I would stand there on the bareness of the shore
until Prishal bowed his stallion head.

And if we were together
on Calgary shore in Mull,
between Scotland and Tiree,
between the world and eternity,
I would stay there till doom
measuring sand, grain by grain,
and in Uist, on the shore of Homhsta
in presence of that wide solitude,
I would wait there forever
for the sea draining drop by drop.

And if I were on the shore of Moidart
with you, for whom my care is new,
I would put up in a synthesis of love for you
the ocean and the sand, drop and grain.
And if we were on Mol Stenscholl Staffin
when the unhappy surging sea dragged
the boulders and threw them over us,
I would build the rampart wall
against an alien eternity grinding (its teeth).

XLIII
Blue Rampart

But for you the Cuillin would be
an exact and serrated blue rampart
girdling with its march-wall
all that is my fierce heart.

But for you the sand
that is in Talisker compact and white
would be a measureless plain to my expectations
and on it the spear desire would not turn back.

But for you the oceans
in their unrest and their repose
would raise the wave-crests of my mind
and settle them on a high serenity.

And the brown brindled moorland
and my reason would co-extend -
but you imposed on them an edict
above my own pain.

And on a distant luxuriant summit
there blossomed the Tree of Strings,
among its leafy branches your face,
my reason and the likeness of a star.

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Sorley MacLean (1911 – 1996)

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