Yes, as in-- Ae weet forenicht i' the yow-trummle I saw yon antrin thing, A watergaw wi' its chitterin' licht Ayont the on-ding; An' I thocht o' the last wild look ye gied Afore ye deed! There was nae reek i' the laverock's hoose That nicht--an nane i' mine; But I hae thocht o' that foolish licht Ever sin' syne; An' I think that mebbe at last I ken What your look meant then. or-- When the warl's couped soon' as a peerie That licht-lookin' craw o' a body, the moon, Sits on the fower cross-win's Peerin' a' roon'. She's seen me--she's seen me--an' straucht Loupit clean on the quick o' my hert. The quhither o' cauld gowd's fairly Gi'en me a stert. An' the roarin' o' oceans noo' Is peerieweerie to me: Thunner's a tinklin' bell: an' Time Whuds like a flee. or-- All is lithogenesis--or lochia, Carpolite fruit of the forbidden tree, Stones blacker than any in the Caaba, Cream-coloured, caen-stone, chatoyant pieces, Celadon and corbeau, bistre and beige, Glaucous, hoar, enfouldered, cyathiform, Making mere faculae of the sun and moon I study you glout and gloss, but have No cadrans to adjust you with, and turn again From optik to haptik and like a blind man run My fingers over you, arris by aris, burr by burr, Slickensides, truite, rugas, foveoles, Binging my aesthesis in vain to bear, . . . Date sent: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 20:50:06 EST Send reply to: "T. S. Eliot Discussion forum." <[log in to unmask]> From: Kate Troy <[log in to unmask]> Subject: Re: Wallace Stevens; was Mopius Louse) To: [log in to unmask] In a message dated 2/19/03 10:24:20 PM !!!First Boot!!!, [log in to unmask] writes: > Out of curiosity, how much MacDiarmid have you read, especially the > early Braid Scots poems? > Scots steel tempered wi'Irish fire Is the weapon that I desire Is this who you mean?