As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string…
Star in the window. Slate scrape. Bird or branch? Or the whet and scud of steel on placid ice? Not…
Avec le temps… Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va On oublie le visage et l’on oublie la voix Le…
Thou fair-hair’d angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love;…
A sworded man whose trade is blood, In grief, in anger, and in fear, Thro’ jungle, swamp, and torrent flood,…
Marke but this flea, and marke in this, How little that which thou deny’st me is; It suck’d me first,…
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed,…
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull…
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting…
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when…