Poems

Green Fields By this part of the century few are left who believe in the animals for they are not there in the carved parts of […]

It Is March It is March and black dust falls out of the books Soon I will be gone The tall spirit who lodged here has […]

My Friends My friends without shields walk on the target It is late the windows are breaking My friends without shoes leave What they love Grief […]

Some Last Questions What is the head A. Ash What are the eyes A. The wells have fallen in and have Inhabitants What are the feet […]

Term At the last minute a word is waiting not heard that way before and not to be repeated or ever be remembered one that always […]

The Burnt Child Matches among other things that were not allowed never would be lying high in a cool blue box that opened in other hands […]

The River Of Bees In a dream I returned to the river of bees Five orange trees by the bridge and Beside two mills my house […]

The Source There in the fringe of trees between the upper field and the edge of the one below it that runs above the valley one […]

The Speed Of Light So gradual in those summers was the going of the age it seemed that the long days setting out when the stars […]

Unknown Bird Out of the dry days through the dusty leaves far across the valley those few notes never heard here before one fluted phrase floating […]