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Wonderful poem by the Scottish poet Iain Crichton Smith, adept equally with English and Gaelic. One of my favorite poems of all time



Two Girls Singing

It neither was the words nor yet the tune.
Any tune would have done and any words.
Any listener or no listener at all.

As nightingales in rocks or a child crooning
in its own world of strange awakening
or larks for no reason but themselves.

So on the bus through late November running
by yellow lights tormented, darkness falling,
the two girls sang for miles and miles together

and it wasn't the words or tune. It was the singing.
It was the human sweetness in that yellow,
the unpredicted voices of our kind.

Lovely, I plan to spend some more time with it. During the summer those songs drift in from the lake, I know just what he means.