no angel - by
(After Judge Ian Starforth Hill described a nine year old rape victim
/ as “not exactly an angel herself” and gave…
innocence
Last dip of the year - by
Her body was as shy as berries when she stepped
/ as neatly as a hind out of the bush
/ she had unrobed…
The Volunteer - by
I took my heart from the fire of love,
/ Molten and warm not yet shaped clear,
/ And tempered…
Spring - by
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing.