Between the Dee and the Don - by
I was conceived between the Dee and the Don. / I was born in the city of crag and stone.
the subliminal
Yesterday in Laggan - by
It was such a day
of sunshine wall to wall,
of heat haze and the year’s first frogs,
of blue hills stretching yonder.
Blessing - by
There is a god who tends / the empty corners of public places / the spaces where no one goes…
The Stare’s Nest by My Window - by
The bees build in the crevices
/ Of loosening masonry, and there
/ The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
/ My wall is loosening;…
The Cartographer Tries to Map a Way to Zion - by
an extract
/
/ i. in which the cartographer explains himself
/
/ You might say
/ my job is not
/ to lose myself exactly
/ but to…
Shetland - by
Our silences become the better part of us.
L’Infinito - by
Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,
/ e questa siepe, che da tanta parte
/ dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.
/ Ma sedendo…
Poem Without Ends - by
One cannot take the beginning out of the air
/ saying ‘It is the time: the hour is here’.
/ The process is continuous…
The Messengers - by
Arriving late sometimes and never
/ Quite expected, still they come,
/ Bringing a folded meaning home
/ Between the lines, inside the letter.
/
/ As a scarecrow…
Alphabet - by
Ten million years
/ from the Miocene
/ to the primary school in Ječná Street.
/
/ We know everything
/ from a to z.
/
/ But sometimes the finger stops
/ in…
from Minitopography of Santa Isabel - by
Plaza de Espaňa
/
/ The tired afternoon falls
/ on a rhythm of palm trees
/ clad in spring
/ human, a scattered voice.
/ Above, the moon rounds
/ its silver…
from Houses and People - by
Each spot each spot kindles an image…
/ the seashore the plain the top of a…