I’ve made my own Museum of / Happiness, which isn’t built of brick / or stone or wood…
I never felt so much
/ Since I have felt at all
/ The tingling smell and touch
/ Of dogrose and sweet briar,
/ Nettles against the…
The scaffolding has gone. The sky is there! hard cold high clear and blue.
/ Clanking poles and thudding planks were the…
Broad in the beam? More broad in sympathy.
/ Stiff in the joints? More flexible in mind.
/ Deaf on the right? New voices…
They have come
/ to scald our blood, to call us out
/ from our bright houses to the twisted shadows under trees.
/ Let us…
(The Dark Side)
/ My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out,
/ Eight days of hunger, thirst and…
Push the boat out, compañeros,
/ push the boat out, whatever the sea.
/ Who says we cannot guide ourselves
/ through the boiling reefs, black…
Then I wrote often to the sea,
/ to its sunk rope and its salt bed,
/ to the large weed mass lipping the…
The world is so full of a number of things
/ I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
/ my heart’s river,
/ with joy and song,
/ you skip softly,
I only watch reruns now,
/ or films about geese,
/ and yet I’m waiting for the miracle
/ I used to find in early black…
It was like this:
/ you were happy, then you were sad,
/ then happy again, then not.
/ It went on.
/ You were innocent or you…