Do you remember the orchard at Avrânches,
And the wine we drank in the sunshine?
- It was surely sunshine itself we drank
That day, and not just wine.

But now I am growing old and am glad to know
Here in Scotland we've still many a quiet town
Where the whisky is as soft as a candle's flame
And only slightly warmer going down.

· From The Revolutionary Art of the Future: Rediscovered poems by Hugh MacDiarmid, published by Carcanet.