Tak ma croon, an dinna fash – / aa yon wis ower fur me lang syne.
Not bones but muscular air
/ inside; why starfish spread
/ five doll small living fingers
/ with cushion button dimples
/ for knuckles. All of…
when I look around me
/ the world is very bright
/ it is so light and shiny
/ that my long bones shiver
/ I am not…
for Dr Peter Rothwell
/ In obstetrics I learnt that a woman opens swiftly like an elevator door.
/ The body wriggles free…
Privilege or necessity of age
/ this twice or thrice nightly quitting
/ warm pit for a slash in the dark?
/ Not that…
You have picked me out.
Through a distant shot of a building burning
you have noticed now
that a white cotton shirt is twirling, turning.
For Lois Pereiro
/ In Ithaca everyone was dead.
/ They say it was me, Argos the dog, who woke first:
/ — Dead, dead, dead!
/ A smell…
The dwarf with his hands on backwards
/ sat, slumped like a half-filled sack
/ on tiny twisted legs from which
/ sawdust might run,
/ outside the…
i wish he already knew
/ that finishing lines don’t really exist
/ that the trick is not stopping…
Championne 1974 des 1,500 mètres
/ Mbaye toi aussi Mbaye, si je t’ai choisie Mbaye,
/ c’est pour ta beauté vraie
/ Pour ta…
Their gowns fold and flatten like water
/ on their consummate columns as they go,
/ the paragons and apples of their race.
/ Their nacreous…
After twenty years in the mainland
/ Mother’s gone back to the Island
/ to let her skin
/ melt from her bones
/ under her native sun.