A Kick Of Light
I am Supergirl. I throw back my cape
so that you may view the bathing suit within.... more »
Night comes and the clenching of teeth.... more »
Dreaming Of The Dead
From time to time the dead come
for their allotted meeting like prisoners,
jostling, and sit on the bench to wait.
The hands of the carver... more »
Escape From Venice
No disease, or death here, or Constellation of the Guitar;
no sleep of second childhood.
This intensive care is as orderly
as a circus in which all are acrobats.... more »
Here comes the moment of the shimmering hour
When praise like incense trembles from each leaf.
The evening air is redolent with grief
And waltzes gush with melancholic power.... more »
Fragments From Before The Gaze Of Alphabet
A speckle of rain. Wasp weather.
The river popples between the reeds.... more »
Hickling Broad. Among the reeds
the wind pipes Für Elise, Für Elise,
crossing the water by the boat's prow.
Ruddy and gregarious the pubs glow... more »
No beginning, this, but an end.
For the calendar the birds gather, harrow or net space,... more »
Lines For Alexander Blok
Bushels of light from the electric maples
float in the underpass.
Night enters the cemetery like a spade.... more »
A yellow sky has curled around
pumpkins, fireworks and poppy fragments
for a fortnight and now brews coffee
and saffron on a plate of thrush-egg blue.... more »
Phoenix Museum Of History
The Salt River valley was green enough then... more »
It’s all very well for you,
straight as a canoe or arrow,... more »
Tankas For The Memory
1. Pathetic fallacy Tanka
Late October. A feast of sun.... more »
Teide, at three thousand metres,
a honeycomb of rock and air,
cold weightless pumice.
Lizards who've seen rocks rise... more »
In memoriam Tom Ravenette
In old age I comfort myself
with bits and pieces of food... more »
This Daughterless Night
This daughterless night is deepening.
The tinkle of laughter awaits
and unlistened-to interruptions
for someone who is always thinking.... more »