The moths came with a soft flutter one night and burrowed intothe deepest recesses of cloth. Their offspring had their fill, gnawedthe wool and cashmere mix of a coatframed by a hanger, shaped like you. They punched out holes, some like starswhich didn’t shine, coalesced into craters.Silver dust littered the wardrobe carpet. They were driven […]
I lost my shoes on Rachel St.
/ Head lolled back to rest
/ against a pillow of the Mont
/ kiss the foot of the…
Each of us is old
/ and our brave silks begin
/ to fall from us. Draw close
/ in the chapterhouse of skin.
/
/ How shall we…
I have worn everything you gave me –
/ The ring, of course, and that absurd string of beads
/ Reaching to…
I love you because you love Harris tweed,
/ How it’s several times slumped into bankruptcy,
/ Business plans hauled back from the dead,
/ Only…
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
/ With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
/ And…
I met a man in Harris Tweed
/ As I walked down the Strand;
/ I turned and followed like a dog
/ The breath of…
There is no need they say
/ but the needles still move
/ their rhythms in the working of your hands
/ as easily
/ as if your…
As spiders haul their thread from stem
/ to stem to weave the light, what do they care
/ if all that skilful labour’s…
wear three T-shirts and one hooded top
/ layers are important
/ they can always come off
/ remember your oilskins
/ it’s always raining somewhere
/ wear a scarf
/ cold…
I will knit him a foam-white jersey,
/ Soft as the breast of the mew;
/ Or, if he prefers, he
/ …
The seller of socks
/ on Sulaiman Basha Street pavement
/ takes such care of that black one
/ she puts it in the shade
/ away from…
