Poem introduction

There's nothing especially advantageous about being a Scottish poet but it means you can rhyme 'Bach' and 'loch', and 'moors' and 'conifers', so we have one or two advantages.

Loch Music

Loch Music

I listen as recorded Bach
Restates the rhythms of a loch.
Through blends of dusk and dragonflies
A music settles on my eyes
Until I hear the living moors,
Sunk stones and shadowed conifers,
And what I hear is what I see,
A summer night's divinity.
And I am not administered
Tonight, but feel my life transferred
Beyond the realm of where I am
Into a personal extreme,
As on my wrist, my eager pulse
Counts out the blood of someone else.
Mist-moving trees proclaim a sense
Of sight without intelligence;
The intellects of water teach
A truth that's physical and rich.
I nourish nothing with the stars,
With minerals, as I disperse,
A scattering of quavered wash
As light against the wind as ash.

from New Selected Poems 1964-2000 (Faber, 2003), © Douglas Dunn 2003, used by permission of the author c/o United Agents Ltd.


Douglas Dunn

Douglas Dunn Reading from his Poems

1Men of Terry Street

2A Removal from Terry Street

3On Roofs of Terry Street

4The Friendship of Young Poets

5Modern Love

6The Students


8St Kilda's Parliament: 1879-1979

9An Address on the Destitution of Scotland

10Washing the Coins

11Loch Music



14The Kaleidoscope


16Empty Wardrobes

17Reading Pascal in the Lowlands

18Love-making by Candlelight

19An Address to Adolphe Sax in Heaven

20Unlike Herons

21from Disenchantments IX

22Extra Helpings

23If Only


Books by Douglas Dunn