A huddle on the greasy street – cars stop, nose past, withdraw – dull glint on soles of tackety boots, frayed rough blue trousers, nondescript coat stretching back, head supported in strangers’ arms, a crowd collecting – ‘Whit’s wrang?’ ‘Can ye see’m?’ ‘An auld fella, he’s had it.’ On one side, a young mother in […]
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.
Always
Solitary
Home
Excellent
Yet
Lonely
And I wish it
Never
Empty.
When despair for the world grows in me
/ and I wake in the night at the least sound
/ in fear of what…
Bhithinn nam dhotair, bheirinn leigheas ’son do phian,
/ bhithinn nam thidsear, chuirinn faclan air do mhiann,
/ bhithinn nam bhràthair athair piuthar màthair…
(The Dark Side)
/
/ My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out,
/ Eight days of hunger, thirst and…
Then I wrote often to the sea,
/ to its sunk rope and its salt bed,
/ to the large weed mass lipping the…
In his dark room he is finally alone
/ with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.
/ The only light is red…
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.
/ It is not what I am.
/ I was not born for this.
/ Trouble is not a place
/ though…
an extract
/
/ I
/
/ The City is of Night; perchance of Death
/ But certainly of Night; for never there
/ Can come…
My life closed twice before its close;
/ It yet remains to see
/ If Immortality unveil
/ …
