Staying In - by
I watch the city shrug its clothes back on.
/ An appaloosa spatter gathers scent
/ that hits the brain the way it hits…
sonnets
Coalend Hill Farm 1962 - by
I don’t remember the Beanley orra-man,
/ his boots down the lonnen black as a wet day, his caravan
/ under a butchered elm’s…
Springs - by
Full March moon and gale-force easters, the pair of them
/ sucking and shoving the river
/ back into its closet in the hills…
Shakespeare: a Reconstruction - by
from Matthew Arnold, ‘Shakespeare’
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/ Others are open. You give a high smile
/ as you win the Prospero stakes, and silently
/ bury your books…
Shakespeare - by
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
/ We ask and ask —Thou smilest and art still,
/ Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill,
/ Who…
The Voyage - by
And if or when the people’s surge subsides
/ to tourist trickles from this present spate,
/ do not relax or quietly desiccate,
/ do not…
On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer - by
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
/ And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
/ …
Sung - by
Now only words in a rhyme,
/ no more than a name
/ on a stone,
/ and that well overgrown –
/ MAR- …
Garden of Love - by
I like gardening. Since I am God
/ I can decide – inside these fences –
/ who lives, who dies, whose will is…
Love Sonnet LXXII - by
Pablo Neruda, Amor mio, el invierno regresa a sus cuarteles…
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/ My luve, winter merches back tae barracks,
/ earth sets doon its yalla…
The Green Rose - by
Parts 3, 4, 5
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/ 3
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/ Howl’ on to your horses for the death of sweet
/ Jesus, he almost said, almost overpowered,
/ sensing her sniping…
A Sonnet upon Sonnets - by
Fourteen, a sonneteer thy praises sings;
/ What magic myst’ries in that number lie!
/ Your hen hath fourteen eggs beneath her…