Love, forget me when I’m gone,When the tree is overthrown,Let its place be digg’d and sownO’er with grass ;—when that is grown,The very place shall be unknown,So court I oblivion.So I charge thee, by our love,Love, forget me when I’m gone. Love of him that lies in clayOnly maketh life forlorn—Clouding o’er the new-born dayWith […]
I lost my shoes on Rachel St.
/ Head lolled back to rest
/ against a pillow of the Mont
/ kiss the foot of the…
When you took the autumn to London
/ And left me to burrow into winter
/ I said they could pack up Strathconon
/ Box up…
Here it is the boundary with its unfindable /sadnesses…
In the cold of the morning, / In the burning of the day, / The thin lines stumbled forward, /…
Over the down the road goes winding,
/ A ribbon of white in the corn –
/ The green,…
Emerging from the kirk
/ with my family
/ into a howling wind,
/ someone observed
/ my tear-stained cheek
/ and asked me
/ what was on my…
When first I saw you in the curious street,
/ Like some platoon of soldier ghosts in grey,
/ My mad impulse was…
There is a god who tends / the empty corners of public places / the spaces where no one goes…
When the Vision dies in the dust of the market place,
/ When the Light is dim,
/ When you lift up your eyes…
July 1919
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/ Now we must go back again to the world
/ Full of grey ghosts and voices of men dying,
/ And in the…
an extract
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/ i. in which the cartographer explains himself
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/ You might say
/ my job is not
/ to lose myself exactly
/ but to…
