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February 21, 2025 at 12:34 PM
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VALENTINE WEATHER
Edwin Morgan

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,
come on, let us sway together,
under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

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from A BOOK OF LIVES, @carcanet.bsky.social 2011
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VALENTINE WEATHER by Edwin Morgan Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.
February 14, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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'Bona, Charlottesville' by Zanele Muholi (b.1972) © the artist 📸 Tate

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February 15, 2025 at 11:38 AM
asls.org.uk
When you go,
if you go,
and I should want to die,
there’s nothing I’d be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms…

—Edwin Morgan, “When You Go” 🫂
in CENTENARY SELECTED POEMS, @carcanet.bsky.social 2020
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When you go Edwin Morgan When you go, if you go, and I should want to die, there's nothing I’d be saved by more than the time you fell asleep in my arms in a trust so gentle I let the darkening room drink up the evening, till rest, or the new rain lightly roused you awake. I asked if you heard the rain in your dream and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.
February 14, 2025 at 6:40 PM
asls.org.uk
There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window…

—Edwin Morgan, “Strawberries”🍓
published in CENTENARY SELECTED POEMS, @carcanet.bsky.social 2020
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Strawberries Edwin Morgan There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing each other your knees held in mine the blue plates in our laps the strawberries glistening in the hot sunlight we dipped them in sugar looking at each other not hurrying the feast for one to come the empty plates laid on the stone together with the two forks crossed and I bent towards you sweet in that air in my arms abandoned like a child from your eager mouth the taste of strawberries in my memory lean back again let me love you let the sun beat on our forgetfulness one hour of all the heat intense and summer lightning on the Kilpatrick hills let the storm wash the plates
February 14, 2025 at 5:16 PM
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Whether the weather be dreich or fair, my luve,
if guid times greet us, or we hae tae face the worst,
ahint and afore whit will happen tae us…

—Jackie Kay, “A Lang Promise”
in BANTAM, @picadorbooks.bsky.social 2017
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A Lang Promise Jackie Kay Whether the weather be dreich or fair, my luve, if guid times greet us, or we hae tae face the worst, ahint and afore whit will happen tae us: blind in the present, eyes open to the furore, unkempt or perjink, suddenly puir or poorly, peely-wally or in fine fettle, beld or frosty, calm as a ghoul or in a feery-farry, in dork December or in springy spring weather, doon by the Barrows, or on the Champs-Élysées, at midnight, first licht, whether the mune be roond or crescent, and yer o' soond mind or absent, I'll tak your trusty haun and lead you over the haw – hame, ma darlin. I’ll carry ma lantern, and daur defend ye agin ony foe; and whilst there is breath in me, I'll blaw it intae ye. Fir ye are ma true luve, the bonnie face I see; nichts I fall intae slumber, it’s ye swimming up in all yer guidness and blitheness, yer passion. You’ll be mine, noo, an’ till the end o’ time, ma bonnie lassie, I’ll tak the full guid o’ ye and gie it back, and gie it back tae ye: a furst kiss, a lang promise, time’s gowden ring.
February 14, 2025 at 5:35 PM