My Seasons

My Seasons

This is the weather the cuckoo likes, and so do I When showers betumble the chestnut spikes and nestlings fly And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at the Traveller’s Rest, And maids come forth sprig-muslin dressed, And citizens...
Need a Window?

Need a Window?

In darkness the poet needs a window ‘You speak as though No sunlight ever surprised the mind Groping on its cloudy path.’ ‘Sunlight’s a thing that needs a window Before it enters a dark room. Windows don’t happen.’ So two old poets,...
Our Last Awakening

Our Last Awakening

Bring us, O Lord our God, At our last awakening Into the house and gate of heaven, to enter into that gate and dwell in that house, Where there shall be no darkness or dazzling, But one equal light: No noise or silence, but one equal music: No fears or hopes, But one...