The Masque of Anarchy - by
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
sin
As Time Draws Near - by
As time draws near
/ the end of our days
/ and the plates fall
/
/ away from our knees,
/ let us not be…
Avoiding the gods - by
They have come
/ to scald our blood, to call us out
/ from our bright houses to the twisted shadows under trees.
/ Let us…
Bela Lugosi in Stornoway - by
I was definitely typed, doomed
to be an exponent of evil
The Witches - by
The witches knew the truth – / smelling my wickedness / with huge hooked noses.
Poetry and I - by
The sin is that I wasn’t a stone
/ And the troubles of the world make me…
Oor Location - by
A hunner funnels bleezin’, reekin’,
/ Coal an’ ironstane, charrin’, smeekin’;
/ Navvies, miners, keepers, fillers,
/ Puddlers, rollers, iron millers;
/ Reestit, reekit,…