What can poetry give us in this sorry mess of Spring 2026? Waiting for Dave (another daft name for a storm) while Donald beats his war chest, I was searching for answers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Here we are, between Donald and Dave, two man-made malevolencies blowing in from the west \u2018and there\u2019s naethin ye can dae, said the old boys\u2019<\/em> as a canny Kathleen Jamie notes in her poem, Springs, written in 2011 (when Obama was in the White House and storms had yet to be named).<\/p>\n But poets do it for us all the same, whatever the old boys say.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>\n Why is that? Each of us might find a different reason but perhaps if nothing else it reminds us we are not alone. Poets reach into us, rearrange feelings, give words to emotions. In times of war, poetry is a kind of defiance, a resistance. Humanity reclaimed?<\/p>\n So I find, by one means and another, this Sceptical selection for a turbulent Easter bringing together four poets, each with their own distinctive perceptions of life, death and renewal: Dalia Taha from the West Bank, Palestine; Ilya Kaminsky, from Odessa now in Atlanta, USA; Kathleen Jamie, Scotland\u2019s fourth Makar, from Fife; and her Gaelic speaking successor, Peter MacKay, from Lewis and St Andrews.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n We all know what happens in war.\u00a0As soon as it begins it strips a people of everything: their language, their homes, their songs, their trees\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Dalia Taha, a Palestinian poet and playwright, lives and writes in Ramallah in the West Bank, around 50 miles from the unfolding horror in Gaza. She writes to keep sane, she told her translator Sarah Elkamer.<\/a><\/p>\n Her Enter World<\/a> collection published in 2026 is profiled on the Poetry Foundation where she is quoted as saying ‘I wrote this collection partly so I would not go mad, and partly so one can hold onto whatever has not been contaminated completely by this war.’<\/p>\n Enter Tears<\/a><\/em> is prosaic, powerfully direct, but poetically haunting. The poet, scanning bookshelves \u2013 \u2018for every book about a battle, there is a missing book about its tears\u2019<\/em> \u2013 finds images of 17th<\/sup> century boats waiting for their cargos of slaves. She demands a book fair that presents only anthologies of tears: tears crushing the bookshelves<\/em>.\u00a0<\/p>\n Yet the poetry raises beauty from the rubble; olive trees, hills, writing on the walls. The Enter World collection includes Enter Shadows<\/a><\/em> \u2013 and the changing shadows of the massive cypress tree that in early morning can split a queue of cars in two yet by afternoon is a little girl holding out her hand.<\/p>\n The trees have always known better\u2014\u00a0<\/p>\n they let strange winds rush into their arms;\u00a0<\/p>\n they cast borders\u00a0<\/p>\n and then they reverse them.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n \u00a0<\/strong>And when they bombed other people\u2019s houses, we protested<\/em><\/p>\n but not enough <\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Ilya Kaminsky cuts to the quick. The guilt of living peacefully, safely distant from the carnage we scroll through on handheld screens. America is very distant from the old Soviet Union city of Odessa where Ilya was born in 1977. \u00a0He was a teenager when his parents were given political asylum and the family moved to New York in 1993. \u00a0Far from Ukraine. But heart-close to home. The distant Russian invasion, the bombings of \u2018invisible house, after invisible house, after invisible house\u2019 produced this poem in 2013.<\/p>\n We lived happily during the war<\/a> <\/em>\u00a0went viral 13 years ago. It throbs painfully again in 2026 in another \u2018disastrous reign in the house of money.\u2019<\/p>\n Ilya Kaminsky is not just a poet<\/a>. A brief biographical search presents a a multi-talented, constantly active soul: a pioneer of poetry for the deaf (he lost most of his hearing at the age of four), a co-founder of Poets for Peace supporting relief work round the world \u2013 the BBC has named him one of 12 artists who changed the world.<\/p>\n We need such poets in a world where war mongers glorify the destruction of homes, hospitals, schools, libraries, civilisations of other human lives.<\/p>\n And all the while<\/p>\n In the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,<\/em><\/p>\n our great country of money, we (forgive us)<\/em><\/p>\n lived happily during the war.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n the dykes failed, the town\u2019s last fishing boat Our latest storm Dave doesn\u2019t seem to have made the impact of Kathleen Jamie\u2019s spring storm of 2011. But her poem surges with the life and death force of the gathering extremes climate change is bringing us. \u00a0<\/p>\n I chose Springs because it feels so much like the present. The rivers spilling their ‘inner lives’, the \u2018diesel-corrupted water\u2019 the swing-parks, strewn with \u2018plastic trash, driftwood\u2026bust tvs\u2019<\/p>\n It feels personal and it is. Kathleen Jamie lives by the river, by the River Tay in Newburgh. When she was appointed Scotland\u2019s fourth Makar in 2021 a Sceptical Scot profile by Asif Khan described a poet of natural resistance<\/a> ending with What the Clyde said after COP 26<\/p>\n \u201cand, sure, I\u2019m a river, but I can take a side.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Oddly, despite the raging destruction of Springs, there\u2019s also that rousing energy we all recognise in a roaring gale.\u00a0 Maybe I\u2019m being too optimistic, but I see a kind of defiant life force in the last image.\u00a0 That dead salmon \u2013 flung against the see-saw in the swing park. \u201cThe crows are on to it at once.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Wheesht: the bourach was never spoken here.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n \u00a0<\/em>Peter MacKay writes in Gaelic which (I apologise) I cannot read but from womenfolk in my family I know the Scots word bourach well \u2013 a mess, a muddle, a confusion, a fuss \u00a0\u2013 and MacKay has kindly translated his poem Bourach into English.<\/p>\n The fifth Scottish Makar (he follows Edwin Morgan, Liz Lochhead, Jackie Kay, Kathleen Jamie) is the first Gaelic speaker. He comes from Lewis and he is also Professor in Literature<\/a> at St Andrews University, an expert in Irish, Scottish, and Scottish Gaelic literature. In short, he is at home with words.<\/p>\n1 Enter Tears<\/strong>: Dalia Taha<\/h3>\n
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3 Springs: <\/strong>Kathleen Jamie<\/h3>\n
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4 Am b\u00f9rach: <\/strong>Peter MacKay<\/h4>\n
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