Song of the Sevens - by
They say a star bigger than our own reaching its end becomes so dense matter
turns in on itself. I see dissolution, continuation in unconnected space.
stars
To the Moon - by
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth?
Starry Nicht - by
Stars sae heich / abuin the muin / cauld and changeless / sklentan doun.
Sea Poppy 2 - by
A concrete poem made from the names of boats.
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star - by
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
/ How I wonder what you are.
/ Up above the world so high,
/ Like a diamond in the sky.
/
/ When the…
Towards the Stars - by
They slept as they set off for the stars
/ in their refrigerated beds.
/
/ They slept as they passed the planets
/ and headed for…
Stars and Planets - by
It’s hard to think that the earth is one –
This poor sad bearer of wars and disasters
Rolls-Roycing round the sun with its load of gangsters,
Attended only by the loveless moon.
Màthair - by
O gun lasainn de dh’aighear annad
na leigeadh leam d’fhaicinn gu slàn,
no chan fhaide thu bhuam nuair a shiùbhlas tu
nab ha thu rim thaobh a-nochd.
Escape at Bedtime - by
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
/ Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
/ And high overhead and all…
Breakfast at Tiffany’s - by
Holly Golightly haunts the streets of New York.
Look into the distance. The girl is gone,
and each diamond is simply a star in the dark
Salt - by
as if God spilt salt
/ on his midnight tablecloth
/
/ as if Gibran’s Ugly
/ had flung Beauty’s cloak
/ across the waters –
/ its soft light…
Bushwoman stands here . . . - by
Bushwoman stands here
/ Night hangs over her
/ Stars stab it
/
/ Hunter-stars
/ that rip night
/ take his heart
/
/ Bushwoman sings here
/ Night hangs over her
/ The land lies still
/
/ Hunter-stars
/ that…