Poems

Double Ballad of Life and Death (Fragment) Fools may pine, and sots may swill, Cynics gibe, and prophets rail, Moralists may scourge and drill, Preachers prose, […]

Double Ballade on the Nothingness of Things The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and […]

England, My England WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes […]

Fill a Glass Fill a glass with golden wine, And the while your lips are wet Set your perfume unto mine, And forget. Every kiss we […]

Friends…. old Friends…… Friends… old friends… One sees how it ends. A woman looks Or a man lies, And the pleasant brooks And the quiet skies, […]

I am the Reaper I am the Reaper. All things with heedful hook Silent I gather. Pale roses touched with the spring, Tall corn in summer, […]

I gave my Heart ……. I gave my heart to a woman – I gave it her, branch and root. She bruised, she wrung, she tortured, […]

I: Enter Patient The morning mists still haunt the stony street; The northern summer air is shrill and cold; And lo, the Hospital, grey, quiet, old, […]

If I Were King If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies of time and chance are seldom clear, We would inform them […]

II: Waiting A square, squat room (a cellar on promotion), Drab to the soul, drab to the very daylight; Plasters astray in unnatural-looking tinware; Scissors and […]