Poems

At Briggflatts Meetinghouse Boasts time mocks cumber Rome. Wren set up his own monument. Others watch fells dwindle, think the sun’s fires sink. Stones indeed sift […]

Gin the Goodwife Stint The ploughland has gone to bent and the pasture to heather; gin the goodwife stint, she’ll keep the house together. Gin the […]

On the Fly-Leaf of Pound’s Cantos There are the Alps. What is there to say about them? They don’t make sense. Fatal glaciers, crags cranks climb, […]

What The Chairman Told Tom Poetry? It’s a hobby. I run model trains. Mr Shaw there breeds pigeons. It’s not work. You don’t sweat. Nobody pays […]

Storm Song The clouds are scudding across the moon; A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And […]

Through Baltimore ‘Twas Friday morn, the train drew near The city and the shore! Far through the sunshine, soft and clear, We saw the dear old […]

Bow, wow, wow Bow, wow, wow! Whose dog art thou? “I’m little Tom Tinker’s dog, Bow, wow, wow!”

Cecily Parsley CECILY PARSLEY lived in a pen, And brewed good ale for gentlemen; GENTLEMEN came every day, Till Cecily Parsley ran away.

Goosey, Goosey, Gander GOOSEY, goosey, gander, Whither will you wander? Upstairs and downstairs, And in my lady’s chamber!

Ninny Nanny Netticoat Ninny Nanny Netticoat, In a white petticoat, With a red nose, — The longer she stands, The shorter she grows.