1981–1990 | |
Poem:
Alasdair Gray © 2005 | |
A pianist went sailing o’er the blue. A pianist he entered a lofty vessel’s side and his tuneful instrument went with him too.
He
played in that gallant vessel's hold, I have travelled a very long way. I have been where no bird has ever flown, I have been and I’ve returned while cradled in your arms and my sleep is now the deepest I have known. |
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