• An Apology For The Revival Of Christian Architecture In England

    ‘Your situation’, said Coningsby, looking up the green and silent valley, ‘is absolutely poetic.’
    ‘I try sometimes to fancy’, said Mr Millbank, with a rather fierce smile, ‘that I am in the New World.’... more »

  • From “odi Barbare”

    What is far hence led to the den of making:
    Moves unlike wildfire | not so simple-happy
    Ploughman hammers ploughshare his durum dentem
    Digging the Georgics... more »

  • Funeral Music

    Processionals in the exemplary cave,
    Benediction of shadows. Pomfret. London.
    The voice fragrant with mannered humility,
    With an equable contempt for this world,... more »

  • In Memory Of Jane Fraser

    When snow like sheep lay in the fold
    And wind went begging at each door,
    And the far hills were blue with cold,
    And a cloud shroud lay on the moor,... more »

  • In Piam Memoriam

    Created purely from glass the saint stands,
    Exposing his gifted quite empty hands
    Like a conjurer about to begin,
    A righteous man begging of righteous men.... more »

  • Mercian Hymns

    King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the citadel at Tamworth, the summer hermitage in Holy Cross: guardian of the Welsh Bridge and the Iron Bridge: contractor to the desirable new estates: saltmaster: moneychanger:... more »

  • On Reading Crowds And Power

    Cloven, we are incorporate, our wounds
    simple but mysterious. We have
    some wherewithal to bide our time on earth.
    Endurance is fantastic; ambulances... more »

  • On Seeing The Wind At Hope Mansell

    Whether or not shadows are of the substance
    such is the expectation I can
    wait to surprise my vision as a wind
    enters the valley: sudden and silent... more »

  • Ovid In The Third Reich

    I love my work and my children. God
    Is distant, difficult. Things happen.
    Too near the ancient troughs of blood
    Innocence is no earthly weapon.... more »

  • Picture Of A Nativity

    Sea-preserved, heaped with sea-spoils,
    Ribs, keels, coral sores,
    Detached faces, ephemeral oils,
    Discharged on the world’s outer shores,... more »

  • Requiem For The Plantagenet Kings

    For whom the possessed sea littered, on both shores,
    Ruinous arms; being fired, and for good,
    To sound the constitution of just wards,
    Men, in their eloquent fashion, understood.... more »

  • Respublica

    The strident high
    civic trumpeting
    of misrule. It is
    what we stand for.... more »

  • September Song

    born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42

    Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
    you were not. Not forgotten... more »

  • Tenebrae

    Requite this angel whose
    flushed and thirsting face
    stoops to the sacrifice
    out of which it arose.... more »

  • The Triumph Of Love

    Sun-blazed, over Romsley, a livid rain-scarp.... more »