Haunted Houses - by
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
Mood: Despair & Loneliness
Ashey Lane - by
Always
Solitary
Home
Excellent
Yet
Lonely
And I wish it
Never
Empty.
The Peace of Wild Things - by
When despair for the world grows in me
/ and I wake in the night at the least sound
/ in fear of what…
The Legless Man - by
(The Dark Side)
/
/ My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out,
/ Eight days of hunger, thirst and…
The Letter Always Arrives at its Destination - by
Then I wrote often to the sea,
/ to its sunk rope and its salt bed,
/ to the large weed mass lipping the…
Two Tokyos - by
Withdrawing all his postal savings
/ and putting on his only suit,
/ he packed a bag with old newspapers
/ and went to a hotel…
Trouble is not my middle name - by
Trouble is not my middle name.
/ It is not what I am.
/ I was not born for this.
/ Trouble is not a place
/ though…
The City of Dreadful Night - by
an extract
/
/ I
/
/ The City is of Night; perchance of Death
/ But certainly of Night; for never there
/ Can come…
Parting - by
My life closed twice before its close;
/ It yet remains to see
/ If Immortality unveil
/ …
Unaccompanied - by
It’s raining at the garden centre.
/ I walk through dripping aisles of potted herbs
/ in a cool green rinse of aniseed and…
Pillar Talk - by
That magician
/ who stationed himself on a pillar
/
/ over Manhattan
/ for thirty-five hours
/
/ knows nothing whatever
/ of loneliness,
/
/ or how…