Hearing the trickling, stuttering, crickle-crackle magpie I saw you Arranging a twig by your feet Before leaving Flapping to a further tree. Where from the farthest reach of your invisible eye your brother or sister or lover or mother Gently clapped through the branches to a present perch Had I dreamed I was up there? …
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Talk about distraction
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So far
I am So far From heaven I believe Myself Invincible
You
You think you’ve got somewhereAnd you haveBut thinking is neither here nor there
The last alley
An alley still echoes the moor the heath the poor and the thief Rich with blackberries, gorse, mountain ash and wild cherry The longest season this year, eight weeks while Elsewhere a profusion of plums Apples galore White currants still sweet A moment of thought Thoughtlessness And if this was the last year and next …
Sour Dough
Ordering bread and coffee Baked by desire It’s grinding repetition Skin not an echo But that glistening same The bitter Buddha kneaded here Could not be loved Without lust Wisdom’s yeast Force fatale Yes Yes Concentration short Yes Pain overwhelms Yet where no excess and Eager expectation ends So ? It is imagination that arises.
The voice of the stupid poet Is just that No idea what they mean Sitting there on their laurels Rhyming so high
Charles
Charles There is no time.There is not enough timeto know what I know I could have known about you.We all know what we knowand that is todaynothing more than that we love you. What we wonder is not even where you have gonebut how you can have goneanywhereother than herewith usright now which you are …
When we don’t share the cheese…
The other one smells bad Breathe That’s the advice of the sanity chef But… Don’t forget that you’re cheesed off for a reason There is so much more to eat and your own Breathe Is neither sweet nor sour I heard a voice say: without the dark you can’t find the light They spoke of …
Somerset House
The name had been lodged in memory with no place attached A somewhere you might have had to go if and when you needed to know or prove yourself to another Suddenly there it is and the Courtauld Institute inside it the vast courtyard framed All this was mine! In my childhood as a London …