A Bad Snap
He: That isn't you.
She: It's me, in my blue skirt
And scarlet coat and little golden shoes.
He: Not good enough.... more »
A Blouse Machinist
Miss Murphy has blue eyes and blue-black hair,
Her machine's opposite mine
So I can stare
At her pale face and shining blue-black hair.... more »
A Bronte Legend
They say she was a creature of the moor,
A lover of the angels, silence bound.
She sought no friendships. She was too remote,... more »
A Bunch Of Lilac And A Storm Of Hail
A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
On the same afternoon! Indeed I know
Here in the South it always happens so,... more »
Sometimes I think God has his days
For being friends.
He says: 'Forgive my careless ways.
No one pretends... more »
A Lady And I Were Walking
A lady and I were walking
Where waters flow;
A lady and I were talking
Softly and slow.... more »
A Meaning Learnt
I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling... more »
'I want a parlourmaid.'
'Well, let me see
If you were God, what kind of maid she'd be.'
'She would be tall,... more »
A Prayer To Saint Rosa
When I am so worn out I cannot sleep
And yet I know I have to work next day... more »
A Sophistical Argument
Great crane o'ertopping the delicate trees
Why do you seem so fair,
Swaying and raising your load with ease... more »
A Strike Rhyme
The strike's done.
The men won.
The ships sail the sea
To bring back... more »
This morning I got up before the sun
Had seized the hill,
And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, past each one... more »
I'd like to be a nun
And go and say
My rosary beneath the trees out there.... more »
All Knowledge . . .
I know more about flowers,
And Pat knows about ships.
'Schooner' and 'barquentine'
Are words of note on his lips.... more »
All Through The Day At My Machine
All through the day at my machine
There still keeps going
A strange little tune through heart and head... more »
Maisie's been holding down her head all day,
Her little red head. And her pointed chin
Rests on her neck that slips so softly in... more »
And Is Love Very Strong Where Honour Rules?
And is love very strong where honour rules?
Would the world ever speak of Lancelot's love
Or Tristram's love had they put honour first?... more »
I hated them when I was four years old,
The bright pink berries on the pepper tree.
And now they seem quite beautiful to me.... more »
Ay, Ay, Ay, The Lilies Of The Garden
Ay, ay, ay, the lilies of the garden
With red threads binding them and stars about,
These shall be her symbols, for she is high and holy,... more »
Beauty And Terror
Beauty does not walk through lovely days.
Beauty walks with horror in her hair.
Down long centuries of pleasant ways... more »
I have a sister whom God gave to me;
He formed her out of trouble and the mists of the sea.
Like Aphrodite, she came to me full-grown.... more »
Body And Soul
Through the Museum
I stroll, and see
Goblets fashioned in Arcady,
Spears from the Islands, and robes from Tyre—... more »
Buddha In The Workroom
Sometimes the skirts I push through my machine
Spread circlewise, strong petalled lobe on lobe,
And look for the rapt moment of a dream... more »
Cherry Plum Blossom In An Old Tin Jug
Cherry plum blossom in an old tin jug —
Oh, it is lovely, beautiful and fair,
With sun on it and little shadows mixed... more »
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?... more »