The rose of all the world is not for me. I want for my part Only the little white rose of Scotland That smells sharp and sweet - and breaks the heart.
Hugh MacDiarmid, The Little White Rose.
I amna fou' sae muckle as tired - deid dune.It's gey and hard wark coupin' gless for glessWi' Cruivie and Gilsanquhar and the like,And I'm no' juist as bauld as aince I wes.Hugh Macdiarmid
I’ll ha’e nae hauf-way hoose, but aye be whaur
Extremes meet – it’s the only way I ken
To dodge the curst conceit o’ bein’ right
That damns the vast majority o’ men.
The number of people who can copulate properly may be few; the number who can write well are infinitely fewer.Hugh Macdiarmid
The rose of all the world is not for me.I want for my partOnly the little white rose of ScotlandThat smells sharp and sweet - and breaks the heart.Hugh Macdiarmid