Over the leaves, in peril and alone,Delicately dragging your foolish house along,You wander, and the shell that seems a stoneA thrush could crack between two jets of song. You move as if some cold, unfruitful actAccomplished, drew you from distasteful strife,But beneath that shell your body, cool, compact,Tenacious, leads its fierce and secret life. And […]
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
Poetry object
A boy once more who learnt the lessons early – / that those who hurt you most, you love most dearly.
A yellow dawn breaks on the airport of my childhood
Thick air of spices and warmth and tenderness
Enters my nose and brings out a wave of nostalgia
And here I am, the home of my soul
Don Meuang embraced me like a long lost lover
A lifetime of work to own a house / then you end up diminished by it.
Home is where the heart is / or home is where the art is…
When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, / Let him combat for that of his neighbours.
Skint, baw ragged, poackets ful eh ma
/ fingers, cannae afford tae burn toast an
/ it’s November. Christmas is close. Av been
/ away bit…
Door, I have knocked, pushed,
/ licked and, for a year, stroked
/ your veins smooth as varnish.
/ My knuckles are hard, black beetles.
/ We…
The ghosts are easy. I can switch them on
/ like a tv soap. Here’s Pa going up the stairs,
/ flip flap,…
The bees build in the crevices
/ Of loosening masonry, and there
/ The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
/ My wall is loosening;…
