I cover you With hands that Travel Over easy elegance Heated palms That make their way To the embers And hover Like burning magnets Between your ribs And heart
Bu mhath an sgàthan sùil caraid. (A friend's eye is a good looking-glass)
...capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason … remaining content with half-knowledge. …with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.