My love, if I write a song for youTo that extent you are goneFor, as everyone says, and I know it’s true:We are all always alone. Never so separate trying to be twoAnd the busy old fool is right.To try and finger myself from youDistinguishes day from night. If I say “I love you” we […]
When a clatter came,
/ it was horses crossing the ford.
/ When the air creaked, it was
/ a lapwing seeing us off the premises
I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here; –
The thrushes too –
Because it was these you so liked to hear –
I so liked you.
Thaim that socht eftir me noo flee awa,
/ Thaim that cam creepin barfit i the snaw.
/ Ah kent them gentil, meek an…
I mind on ye but little ava
/ and I’m no that tane wi your fate,
/ but slicht tho the tryst was atween…
How strange the way old lovers move into the present,
/ tense, and catch you off guard; you tell me
/ when you were…
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
/ And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
/ And slowly read,…