Priscilla Scott

@brudhearg.bsky.social

On the back of the ERC award, I had the pleasure to be interviewed for the magazine @ukforum.cuni.cz. Apart from the project @erc-nudgers.bsky.social itself, we covered a lot of ground between Scotland and the Czech Lands, including Ruaraidh Erskine's Gaelic essay on Bohemia and the Czechs. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 🇨🇿 🇪🇺

I Enjoy Looking for Unexpected Links between Scotland and the Czech Lands

In her ERC Starting Grant, Petra Johana Poncarová will explore the phenomenon of authors who decided to learn Celtic languages in the nineteenth and early twentieth century and to use them for their c...

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Rock an’ stane lay glisterin’ on aa the heichs abune. Cool an’ kind an’ whisperin’ it drifted gently doon, till hill an’ howe war rowed in it, an’ land an’ sea war gane. Aa was still an’ saft an’ silent in the smoky smirr o rain. —George Campbell Hay, “The Smoky Smirr o’ Rain” #WorldRainDay 🌧️ #poem

The Smoky Smirr o Rain
George Campbell Hay

A misty mornin’ doon the shore wi a hushed an’ caller air,
an’ ne’er a breath frae East or West tie sway the rashes there,
a sweet, sweet scent frae Laggan’s birks gaed breathin’ on its ane,
their branches hingin beaded in the smoky smirr o rain.

The hills aroond war silent wi the mist alang the braes.
The woods war derk an’ quiet wi dewy, glintin’ sprays.
The thrushes didna raise for me, as I gaed by alane,
but a wee, wae cheep at passin’ in the smoky smirr o rain.

Rock an’ stane lay glisterin’ on aa the heichs abune.
Cool an’ kind an’ whisperin’ it drifted gently doon,
till hill an’ howe war rowed in it, an’ land an’ sea war gane.
Aa was still an’ saft an’ silent in the smoky smirr o rain.