‘How I pine…’ - by
How I pine for a hawdy,
/ yir really beautiful body,
/ ahm right besotten,
/ ah fancy yi rotten;
/ let’s huvva tet-a-tet
/ – stoap playn…
desire
Echo: Dropt Sapphics - by
Handscroll
Approaching Sixty - by
In the Central Café
/ in Innsbruck,
/ a girl in a dark-blue dress
/ unlooses her hair from its clasp
/ so it falls to her waist,…
The First Kiss - by
What a disappointment. Nothing like the movies,
/ nothing like the mind. A mass of muscles writhing,
/ an awkward hand on a tightened…
And Yet Again - by
Tonight I want to offer you
/ this moonlight cupped in a purple
/ flower; this chorus of crickets
/ holding no grudge…
Youth - by
On the boulevards of the Opéra
/ where the girls pace up and down
/ turning this way, and turning that
/ their svelte and lovely…
The Peasant Declares His Love - by
High-yellow of my heart, with breasts like tangerines,
/ you taste better to me than eggplant stuffed with crab,
/ you are the tripe…
from My Dreams Often Humble Themselves - by
1
/ I want nothing more than wings
/ or my soul to cease yearning for flight.
/
/ 2
/ I want to cry out with all…
The Sunlit Surfaces - by
Ein Bild des Glaubens ist das schöne Weib:
/ Sie ist ein ja, und sie ist grenzenlos.
/ …
She Walks in Beauty - by
She walks in beauty, like the night
/ Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
/ And all that’s best of dark…
Strawberries - by
There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
Tam i’ the Kirk - by
O Jean, my Jean, when the bell ca’s the congregation
/ Owre valley an’ hill wi’ the ding frae its iron mou’,
/ When…