Poems

The Summons I can not bow to woo thee With honey words and flower kisses And the dew of sweet half-truths Fallen on the grass of […]

The Tree I stood still and was a tree amid the wood, Knowing the truth of things unseen before; Of Daphne and the laurel bow And […]

These Fought In Any Case These fought in any case, and some believing pro domo, in any case ….. Died some, pro patria, walked eye-deep in […]

Ts’ai Chi’h The petals fall in the fountain, the orange-coloured rose-leaves, Their ochre clings to the stone.

Villanelle: The Psychological Hour I had over prepared the event, that much was ominous. With middle-ageing care I had laid out just the right books. I […]

Villonaud for This Yule Towards the Noel that morte saison (Christ make the shepherds’ homage dear!) Then when the grey wolves everychone Drink of the winds […]

[Greek] Be in me as the eternal moods of the bleak wind, and not As transient things are— gaiety of flowers. Have me in the strong […]

A Baby Asleep after Pain As a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her brown […]

A Baby Running Barefoot When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind, […]

A Love Song Reject me not if I should say to you I do forget the sounding of your voice, I do forget your eyes that […]