Four for Just One
1 What use, what reason, can there be In loving like this, where there is No certain promise of equal return? But expressed, written out like this,…
1 What use, what reason, can there be In loving like this, where there is No certain promise of equal return? But expressed, written out like this,…
Under the pont Mirabeau flows the Seine With it our loves And strange to be minded Joy follows always after pain Let night come…
You said to me once, “All little things are Happy.” Could we have been looking toward The paddocks and the animals you kept? Or were we watching…
It may or may not be raining - A fine, light drizzle afloat On the air that dampens your face And your hands – or a steady…
What is now, is not this Only, but is all time, All places – with those Ahead and those behind In one – and so now too…
For C. G. 1 Remember how you wrote to me when Your father died, that it was difficult Navigating the vacancy: I have repeated This phrase to…
I see the falling leaves – how on the air Each slips and skids this way and that In haphazard descent - dead things, Being discarded: the…
For P & M-A What is it in truth to love another? Surely this Of all things has been expressed, described, Repeated to exhaustion, is in…
In honour of the 167 who died in the Occidental (Oxy) Piper Alpha oil platform disaster in the North Sea, 6th - 7th July 1988, British, American,…
Being in time, I cannot watch time passing - I see around me the revolving seasons in their Coming and departure - fruit and flowerhead, Foliage on…
A fine light moisture drifts to earth In natural silence - it has nothing To say, no endowment of, nor cause For voice - it is, and…
After Vermeer A woman – quite unknown to me - preparing Vegetables, is framed within a window: Has this ever been recorded, made subject Of a painting,…
I know I don’t need another pair of shoes, But they, I see – although second-hand – Are finely made - to my mind, beautiful: The standard…