The Traveller Has Regrets - by
The traveller has regrets
/ For the receding shore
/ That with its many nets
/ Has caught, not to restore,
/ The white lights…
transience
A Cairn - by
As by barren trackway
/ on a mountain crest
/ with view of scree and corrie,
/ ridge and col,
/ a traveller might pause,
/ take bearings, cast
/ in…
Blossom - by
There’s this life and no hereafter –
/ I’m sure of that
/ but still…
The Wild Swans at Coole - by
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
/ The woodland paths are dry,
/ Under the October twilight the water …
Time Breaks the Heart - by
Her watch is posted from the south.
/ Its black box ticks the whole way.
/
/ The accident happens, the funeral.
/ The flowers fade.
/
/ Grain in…
What’s Human - by
Outside under
/ this field of stars
/ in a frost that…
To Any Reader - by
As from the house your mother sees
/ You playing round the garden trees,
/ So you may see, if you will look
/ Through the…
The Eye - by
Across the bay, they’re building a house
/ with a glass wall, panes all the way up
/
/ into the gable, windows that wrap
/ around…
The Burning - by
As spiders haul their thread from stem
/ to stem to weave the light, what do they care
/ if all that skilful labour’s…
I Sve Je Najednom Tu - by
Donijeti odluku znači zatvoriti knjigu koja
/ je ponešena na put. U sjedištima aviona i
/ vozova, čovjek se mora, ohrabren tišinom,
/ okrenuti sebi:…
September - by
This far north, the harvest happens late.
/ Rooks go clattering over the sycamores
/ whose shadows yawn after them, down to the river.
/ Uncut…
Where Go the Boats? - by
Dark brown is the river,
/ Golden is the sand.
/ It flows along for ever,
/ With…