"Robert Burns and Highland Mary" by Thomas Faed‘The Mausoleum, Dumfries’ and Other Poetry by Sam Gilliland The Society October 13, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, Translation 8 Comments The Mausoleum, Dumfries His crypt sealed by stones made by mother earth, A soft voice: This is where Robert Burns lies, Yon granite gaol is unmoved, unchanged, Tourists trek on through the graveyard, a dearth Of sound until they leave his hallowed cries Behind, written in black and well arranged; Winter’s bite has no place here, Spring’s new face Is turned towards the warmth of noonday’s sun, Daffodil and crocus don bright sarongs, Snowdrops care not for their cold corner place, Bunched up, battling against oblivion, Mouths agape, no one hears their muted songs: Burns’ bronzed lips are compressed in dour dismay, Stilled, forever, within immortal clay. Conversation with John Keats John Keats looks at me from a book cover, And in this cheerless night-chamber what now? The suppliant’s prayer, or perhaps a dream? Fact is, I viewed you as a spurned lover, Daring damnation by your beetled brow, This thick night aesthetic pleasure died, with a scream. “Of all the lilting lilies in my care, Why you, stranded upon an Elysian shore, With’ring, shivering as you elegize, A farthing’s fortune, bathed in silv’ry light, The moon’s a grave companion, troubled troubadour, Wilt thou court cold waves, ere ermine’s sunrise?” Suckle at the sea’s bright breast – not this bard! “Sing then, poor fool, hoist the poet’s petard!” Unlike Landor, my gifts bring no Gebrir, The ageless university of verse Brought forth magnificent thoughts, forged in faith, Tho I saw Alba’s literati sneer, We teem with tongues, including Scots and Erse; Bring down Babel, so Christ, the saviour say’th. “Peerless poetry self-perpetuates, Breeds a bewild’ring multitude of clones, Whilst we poor serfs play triumph’s tardy game, Oft as lowly undergraduates; Plebs sate earth, with dust from decaying bones, Think not to muse upon a poet’s fame.” I muse at how a minstrel seeks revenge! “Seek not carven name, on a mossy henge!” MacDiarmid’s Grace ‘Poetry, the greatest power amongst men.’ Hugh MacDiarmid’s grace, Then I shall let you know That is not the case, Perhaps I am beholding to him, Just the same, And Scotland’s still as grim In all but name! MacDiarmid’s Grace (original) ‘Poetry, the greatest poo’er mangst men.’ Hugh MacDiarmid’s grace, Syne I’se let ye ken That’s no’ the case, Aiblins A’m behaudin tae ‘im, Juist the same, An Alba’s still as grim In aa but name! © Sam Gilliland Residing in Scotland, Sam Gilliland is a champion of Lallans (the Scottish language) poetry and a recipient of Sangschaw’s prestigious MacDiarmid Tassie. With three previous collections of poetry published his work in Scots includes A Rickle O Banes (Penny Wheep Press). Founder/Secretary of Ayrshire Writers & Artists Society the organisation became the home of The Scottish International Open Poetry Competition, to which he devoted twenty eight years of his life as co-administrator and judge. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Trending now: 8 Responses Satyananda Sarangi October 13, 2017 Greetings Sir! These are gems from the master himself. I read your interview on this website the other day and all I can say is that it is quite inspiring. Regards Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie October 13, 2017 Very welll said, as always, Mr. Sarangi. Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie October 13, 2017 With Gilliland we see the flowering of the Scottish Renaissance movement of MacDiarmid’s day, an efflorscence which did not, in fact, take place while the poets of the period were alive. The world has had to wait for Gilliland, the youngest of that illustrious group. And the richesse of language is easily apparent, the intertextuality, that characteristically confrontational meditation on death and immortality so wonderfully and even dramatically placed before us. Sam Gilliland’s place in the pantheon of Scottish poetry is unique and in many ways superior even to those whom the 20th century acknowledged as his own personal mentors and masters. Gilliland has surpassed all of them in turn. This is the power of a true barrd. Scotland’s last. Reply Joseph S. Salemi October 13, 2017 Well, let’s hope he’s not the last. I trust Gilliland’s example will inspire other writers of Lallans in Caledonia. All it takes is one good disciple! Reply James Sale October 20, 2017 The concluding couplet of the Dumfries poem is truly marvellous: the observation, the alliteration, and the paradox – the clay, not the poet or the poetry, being ‘immortal’, so cause enough for Burn’s ‘dour dismay’. Wonderful. Reply Donna Mackert April 10, 2020 Sam was a good friend of mine for over 20 years. We exchanged poetry until 2019 and I had no further response. Is my friend and mentor still alive? w Reply The Society April 10, 2020 The last we heard, Mr. Gilliland is alive and well. See the comments in this recent poem: https://classicalpoets.org/2020/03/08/a-poem-on-sam-gilliland-the-last-bard-of-scotland-by-joseph-charles-mackenzie/ Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie April 10, 2020 Dear Madame Mackert, At the beginning of April, I was able to speak to our mutual friend, who is also my mutual mentor for over 20 years, and he assured me that he is doing well. Let us not forget that Gilliland is also the “hidden bard,” notorious for his long periods of “hiding out,” and never wishing to be known. He says he is now in one of those periods. Aye & aye, Joseph Charles MacKenzie Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Satyananda Sarangi October 13, 2017 Greetings Sir! These are gems from the master himself. I read your interview on this website the other day and all I can say is that it is quite inspiring. Regards Reply
Joseph Charles MacKenzie October 13, 2017 With Gilliland we see the flowering of the Scottish Renaissance movement of MacDiarmid’s day, an efflorscence which did not, in fact, take place while the poets of the period were alive. The world has had to wait for Gilliland, the youngest of that illustrious group. And the richesse of language is easily apparent, the intertextuality, that characteristically confrontational meditation on death and immortality so wonderfully and even dramatically placed before us. Sam Gilliland’s place in the pantheon of Scottish poetry is unique and in many ways superior even to those whom the 20th century acknowledged as his own personal mentors and masters. Gilliland has surpassed all of them in turn. This is the power of a true barrd. Scotland’s last. Reply
Joseph S. Salemi October 13, 2017 Well, let’s hope he’s not the last. I trust Gilliland’s example will inspire other writers of Lallans in Caledonia. All it takes is one good disciple! Reply
James Sale October 20, 2017 The concluding couplet of the Dumfries poem is truly marvellous: the observation, the alliteration, and the paradox – the clay, not the poet or the poetry, being ‘immortal’, so cause enough for Burn’s ‘dour dismay’. Wonderful. Reply
Donna Mackert April 10, 2020 Sam was a good friend of mine for over 20 years. We exchanged poetry until 2019 and I had no further response. Is my friend and mentor still alive? w Reply
The Society April 10, 2020 The last we heard, Mr. Gilliland is alive and well. See the comments in this recent poem: https://classicalpoets.org/2020/03/08/a-poem-on-sam-gilliland-the-last-bard-of-scotland-by-joseph-charles-mackenzie/ Reply
Joseph Charles MacKenzie April 10, 2020 Dear Madame Mackert, At the beginning of April, I was able to speak to our mutual friend, who is also my mutual mentor for over 20 years, and he assured me that he is doing well. Let us not forget that Gilliland is also the “hidden bard,” notorious for his long periods of “hiding out,” and never wishing to be known. He says he is now in one of those periods. Aye & aye, Joseph Charles MacKenzie Reply
