When I am old and my quick blood is chilled,And all my thoughts are grey as my grey hair, When I am slow and dull, and do not care, And all the strife and storm of Life are stilled ; Then if one carelessly should speak your name It will go through my body like […]
When you took the autumn to London
/ And left me to burrow into winter
/ I said they could pack up Strathconon
/ Box up…
Nineteen fifty six was a momentous year,
/ The year of Suez…
When despair for the world grows in me
/ and I wake in the night at the least sound
/ in fear of what…
All over the fish / and the knife that continues to work / and the marble slab / and her…
When first I saw you in the curious street,
/ Like some platoon of soldier ghosts in grey,
/ My mad impulse was…
My Lute, bee as thou wast when thou didst grow
/ With thy greene Mother in some shadie Grove,
/ When immelodious Windes but…
Have you seen men come from the Line,
/ Tottering, doddering, as if bad wine
/ Had drugged their very souls;
/ Their…
Lord, when I’m speechless
/ when something – not just sorrow
/ but under that – a dull, numb, nameless dreich
/ about the heart I…
