Now wheel and hoof and horn In every street Stunned to its chimney-tops, In every murky street — Each lamp-lit gorge by traffic rent Asunder, Ravines of serried shops By business tempests torn — In every echoing street, From early morn Till jaded night falls dead, Wheel, hoof, and horn Tumultuous thunder Beat Under A […]
my love for you will last until the sick lake
God said: Let the dark be dark.
/ Let the stars shine properly.
/ And let darkness with no stars
/ heal the damage caused by…
‘Necessity is not the mother of invention; play is.’
/ Ian D. Suttie
/ It gets late early out here
/ in the lacklustre places,
/ wind in…
Out of this ugliness may come
/ some day, so beautiful a flower
/ that men…
The buildings are so high
/ nothing can be seen now of my childhood.
/ I’ve lost my patio with its lazy clouds
/ where the…