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Sea Sonnet A field, a sea-flower, three stones, a stile.Not one thing close to another throughout air. The cliffs’ uplifted lawns.You and I walk light as wicker in virtual contact. Prepositions lie exposed. All alongthe swimmer is deeper than the water.I … Continue reading →

Here by the Sea Here by the prodigal and ever-pouring seaThe watcher has enough to watch, the sea being wideEnough for the eye and wide and deep enough for the mind.Between this coast and Spain is room for any shipTo … Continue reading →

To My Seventeen-Year-Old Self Your friends are sniffing gluefrom a paper bagin the back of an Impalatooling around Nilesand Morton Grovelooking for something to escape whatever boredomor childhood damageeveryone suffers,but don’t get high with themin a sputtering carthat your girlfriendrefuses to enter,don’t lie … Continue reading →

Leaving and Leaving You When I leave your postcode and your commuting station,When I leave undone the things that we planned to doYou may feel you have been left by associationBut there is leaving and there is leaving you. When … Continue reading →

The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,And drinks and gapes for drink again;The plants suck in the earth, and areWith constant drinking fresh and fair;The sea itself (which one would thinkShould have but little need of drink)Drinks ten thousand rivers … Continue reading →

The rising hills, the slopes,of statisticslie before us.the steep climbof everything, going up,up, as we all go down. In the next centuryor the one beyond that,they say,are valleys, pastures,we can meet there in peaceif we make it. To climb these coming … Continue reading →

The Guests Our house was strewn with people whom no on claimed to know, people who had been there for thirty yearsor more. One might showhimself at dinner, cobwebbed and thinner than the dead.No one would speak of it,unless the guest became unpleasant, … Continue reading →

Search Party By now I know most of the facesthat will appear beside me aslong as there are still imagesI know at last what I would choosethe next time if there ever was a time again I know the days that open … Continue reading →

Why Are Your Poems So Dark? Isn’t the moon dark too,most of the time? And doesn’t the white pageseem unfinished without the dark stain of alphabets? When God demanded light,he didn’t banish darkness. Instead he invented ebony and crows and that small … Continue reading →