I was conceived between the Dee and the Don. / I was born in the city of crag and stone.
It was such a day
/ of sunshine wall to wall,
/ of heat haze and the year’s first frogs,
/ of blue hills stretching…
There is a god who tends / the empty corners of public places / the spaces where no one goes…
The bees build in the crevices
/ Of loosening masonry, and there
/ The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
/ My wall is loosening;…
/ i. in which the cartographer explains himself
/ You might say
/ my job is not
/ to lose myself exactly
/ but to…
Our silences become the better part of us.
Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,
/ e questa siepe, che da tanta parte
/ dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.
/ Ma sedendo…
One cannot take the beginning out of the air
/ saying ‘It is the time: the hour is here’.
/ The process is continuous…
Arriving late sometimes and never
/ Quite expected, still they come,
/ Bringing a folded meaning home
/ Between the lines, inside the letter.
/ As a scarecrow…
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
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…
Each spot each spot kindles an image…
/ the seashore the plain the top of a…