At My Father’s Funeral - by
Didn’t we think, for a moment,
of crushing his feet
so he couldn’t return to the house
at Halloween?
Didn’t we think, for a moment,
of crushing his feet
so he couldn’t return to the house
at Halloween?
For 2nd Officer James S. Montgomerie of the S.S. Carsbreck,
/ torpedoed off Gibraltar, 24th October 1941
/
/ My brother is skull and…
no escrivim sobre la mort només sobre la vida
/
/ els morts no escriuen
/
/ com tampoc el pollastre que ara és a la…
The Misses Nelly to the Burgess surgeon!
/ This very night, a performance
/ Of dissection – flexing leg, belly, supple loin and eye…
Under the wide and starry sky,
/ Dig the grave and let me die.
/ Glad did I live and gladly die,
/ …
The old go, one by one, like guttered flames.
/ This past winter
/ …
When you see millions of the mouthless dead
/ Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
/ Say not soft things as…
There, where the rusty iron lies,
/ The rooks are cawing all the day.
/ Perhaps no man, until…
I
/
/ This is the myth we chose to do without;
/ and surely the painter imagined the garden he shows
/ as…
There are no stars tonight
/ But those of memory.
/ Yet how much room for memory there is
/ In the loose…
Aunt Julia spoke Gaelic
/ very loud and very fast.
/ I could not answer her —
/ I could not understand her.
/
/ She…
If it weren’t for
/ this red tweed jacket
/ I bought in Brora
/ I might well wonder
/ if we’d ever gone
/ north of Inverness.
/
/ We shouldn’t need…