He can make sculpturesand fabulous machines, invent games, tell jokes,give solemn, adult advice-but he is slow to read.When I take him on my kneewith his Ladybird bookhe gazes into the air,sighing and shaking his headlike an old manwho knows the mountainsare impassable. He toys with words,letting them go coldas gristly meat,until I relentand let him […]
slow down long enough to read these words
There is no frigate like a book
/ To take us lands away,
/ Nor any coursers like a page
/ Of…
I opened a book and in I strode
/ Now nobody can find me.
/ I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
/ My town…
I’m hanging on to your early days
/ when you can’t wait for me to arrive
/ for cuddles and tickles and…
for Robyn Marsack
/
/ Go take a book down from the shelf and open it.
/ Listen, this isn’t ‘book’ but box,
/ box full…
You who read…
/ May you seek
/ As you look;
/ May you keep
/ What you need;
/ May you care
/ What you choose;
/ And know here
/ In this book
/ Something strange,
/ Something…
You prefer the murk of details to the vision complete,
/ incident to…
(For Aberdeen in Spring)
/
/ Glitter of mica at the windy corners,
/ Tar in the nostrils, under blue lamps budding
/ Like bubbles of…
As from the house your mother sees
/ You playing round the garden trees,
/ So you may see, if you will look
/ Through the…
Gavin, it’s a beautiful winter’s day –
/ East coast, clear and bright. Let’s leave it there,
/ rinsed of all metaphors. Instead, let’s…
Meu pai montava a cavalo, ia para o campo.
/ Minha mãe ficava sentada cosendo.
/ Meu irmão pequeno dormia.
/ Eu sozinho menino entre mangueiras
/ lia…
