Remembrance
Burial The still, calm silence of the morning Breaks into hammering – hard, Sharp and ringing – metal on metal: Somewhere in a neighbouring garden I guess…
At Twilight: A Poem
Nobody will come, nothing will change, The day will continue to drag its hours Through dusk, evening, then the night: The cold will intensify, lodge in flesh,…
From Duncliffe Wood
1 We lie now in absolute stillness: I see this hollow of the wood, These trees, as if they were Joined with us - we with them…
Above Troy
From here you look down On the whole spit that divides The harbour from the coast, And see the long ocean beach, The littleness of buildings In…
Litter: A Poem
A small, billowing, clear plastic bag With a press-strip closure – one Strip yellow, the other blue – now Open-mouthed, accompanies me, Tumbling beside my footfalls For…
Paris Nightlife: A Poem
Paris is romantic, everybody knows, And that may be, but I doubt It could be less so to me, trying To sleep – “Do you hear? Go…
Under the Passionfruit
A length of spider’s web startles In thin, shooting brilliance up and Down its fine extent, appearing And disappearing, catching colour In the light, losing it, in…
The Oranges: A Poem
So many, mock me in their ripening, Their abundance – singly, in clusters Of twos and threes - bold as nothing Else to see, their globes of…
Seismology: A Poem
Beneath our feet - not so far below - Creaks a widening fissure in the earth, Grinding its way to sudden Shuddering outcome and release: A fundamental…
Resurrection
I am already a dead man: I have broken faith With the life entrusted to my treasuring, and Not once, but again and again, as if at…
Travel: A Poem
The birds that traverse the garden – Emerging to sight above the hedge, The silvery magnolia tree, the rose Branches splayed against the sky – From east…
Made in Italy: A Poem
There is this room. There are the paintings, Family photographs standing in their frames, Sofas, cushions – books, magazines, coasters On the table – the little Italian…