• Cobb Would Have Caught It

    In sunburnt parks where Sundays lie,
    Or the wide wastes beyond the cities,
    Teams in grey deploy through sunlight.... more »

  • Night Images

    Late in the cold night wakened, and heard wind,
    And lay with eyes closed and silent, knowing
    These words how bodiless they are, this darkness
    Empty under my roof and the panes rattling... more »