VERSES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES

1981–1990

 

From UNLIKELY STORIES MOSTLY 1983

Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005

7 – We Weep to Be, in ‘Logopondancy’

 

We weep to breathe, when we to being come,

After which Agon all we gain is gift:

Air, sunlight, ground to stand on, yeah, disease

Which turns the soul to all from it bereft

By Adam’s greed, pain showing what was, left.

Delight without disease would stand us still.

Hell herds us hence to Heaven: ill antidotes ill.

 
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