Lady’s-Slipper Orchid - by
Though I know well enough
/ To hunt the Lady’s Slipper now
/ Is playing blindman’s-buff,
/ For it was June She put it on
/ And grey…
searching
The Fascination of What’s Difficult - by
The fascination of what’s difficult
/ Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
/ Spontaneous joy and natural…
The Song of Wandering Aengus - by
I went out to the hazel wood, / Because a fire was in my head, / And cut and peeled…
SONG 352 - by
When you need to warm yourself,
/ When you are hungry to share a word,
/ When you crave a bread crumb,
/ Don’t…
Manuscript in a Bottle - by
I had seen coconut trees and tamarinds
/ and mangos
/ the white sails drying in the sun
/ the smoke of breakfast across the sky
/ at…
‘An Iranian professor I know asked me…’ - by
An Iranian professor I know asked me
/ the first time we met, as he’d asked so many
/ students:…
The Heart’s Desire is Full of Sleep - by
The heart’s desire is full of sleep,
/ For men who have their will
/ Have gained a good they cannot keep,…