The lie that is her honesty,To cypher, yet to name the heart,And in each vein and arteryThe chill and hemlock of her art. To show her meaning in the dress,A plain and open secrecy,To wear herself, and in each placeA mouth that no kiss shall set free. The child, the virgin, the chaste bride,A page […]
The great Russian poet Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva committedsuicide by hanging at Elabuga on the 31st August, 1941. Hergrave is not known, but her work knows no place nor death. I How easy it is to say yes,The inevitable, proper, necessary yesThat the world asks of itselfAnd says over and over, yes,Yes, that is how things […]
You can tire of island lifeSalt Sea Sky Open space. A crowded streetSprayed name on red brick wallIs a visual treatAnd people People People.
Mindfully so had it with the world
you’ll give this mindfulness malarkey a miss
for an hour of screaming at the sky instead.
Yes, I agreed to perform the abortion.
The girl was under unusual strain.
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
What cld you potentially – no! – possibly do to mean – O – wait! this feels too facile. So try once again. Make sure it is all sure – steadfast – scalar movements towards god knows what. You request the sun is shut out so you can muse on song. O – but of […]
I’ve made my own Museum of / Happiness, which isn’t built of brick / or stone or wood…
Brief missteps, falling out of the bath, up / the stairs at the train station as commuters / climb over…
Far from the scent of the crocus
/ And the pavanne of Scottish daffodils
/ A loud crash was heard in Princes Street.
/ Safe from…
This ground this dream these myths
/ This time this place this river
/ We broken people, this ugliness, this empty,
/ Not…
They have come
/ to scald our blood, to call us out
/ from our bright houses to the twisted shadows under trees.
/ Let us…
