To — - by
When I am old and my quick blood is chilled,
And all my thoughts are grey as my grey hair,
despair
Strathconon - by
When you took the autumn to London
/ And left me to burrow into winter
/ I said they could pack up Strathconon
/ Box up…
A Memory of Death - by
Nineteen fifty six was a momentous year,
/ The year of Suez…
The Peace of Wild Things - by
When despair for the world grows in me
/ and I wake in the night at the least sound
/ in fear of what…
In the Fishmongers - by
All over the fish / and the knife that continues to work / and the marble slab / and her…
German Prisoners - by
When first I saw you in the curious street,
/ Like some platoon of soldier ghosts in grey,
/ My mad impulse was…
Sonnet viii - by
My Lute, bee as thou wast when thou didst grow
/ With thy greene Mother in some shadie Grove,
/ When immelodious Windes but…
From the Line - by
Have you seen men come from the Line,
/ Tottering, doddering, as if bad wine
/ Had drugged their very souls;
/ Their…
Psalm Eighty-Eight Blues - by
Lord, when I’m speechless
/ when something – not just sorrow
/ but under that – a dull, numb, nameless dreich
/ about the heart I…