History & The Arts
The poetry of Sorley MacLean
...system, with working parts. You are here and we are there and we are now here with you, is this clear? – Gawl horrop. Bawr. Abawrhannahanna! Faced with Mercurian truculence, the Earth man moves into pidgin: – I am the yuleeda. You see my hands, we carry no benner, we come in peace. The spaceways are all stretterhawn. – Glawn peacemen all horrahanna tantko! Tan come...