Dain Eile

Sorley MacLean

My eye is not on Calvary, nor on Bethlehem the Blessed, but
on a foul-smelling backland in Glasgow, where life rots as
it grows; and on a room in Edinburgh, a room of poverty
and pain, where the diseased infant writhes and wallows till
death.

From: 
Dain Eile (Excerpt)





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