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The Cross Legged Man
A man of average height sat x legged on a wall above a platform he was not watching the trains A man of average height sat x legged on a wall above a platform he was watching the trains A man of average height sat x legged on a wall above a platform he was […]
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Dreams of Enclosure
I dreamt that three friends long dead had accompanied me to a football tournament in southern spain where an eisteddfod was taking place we won our four matches and were rewarded with a trip to gibraltar from where we sailed
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Anemoi
Boreas You trample the harvest soil but the grain is safe as your ride carelessly in your poor temper Eurus In the high of the year you cool the burning fields yet you are still disliked because of your earlier crimes Notus You call yourself the calm wind but your soiled goods will […]
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12 Moons
Let the red glow Sing triumphantly In its address As it fades to white. There is no colour A full lunar eclipse was photographed in a sequence of twelve images over Hefel in Anhul Province China in December 2011.
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Carving Amber
Arresting an urge to sleep I carved an amber cross Without disturbing the fly
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Albatross Poem (Beachy Head)
From where I stand I can see the decaying angel Strong in the sea Under the sheltering cliff My Johnny lies fallow In her milk-chalk reflection All paths lead to her beacon I sound the clouds And they reply With their normal gun-gash ferocity These are my thoughts of renewal
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At Play in Secret Cities
Let the tears of the seven daughters cleanse the night buildings with the lavender light of the humble skies The silks of the rare birds will glisten as they gather for love
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Hot Beach
We are sitting on a hot beach I am wearing a white cotton shirt And khaki cotton shorts You are wearing a pastel kaftan Over your blue swim suit We will not swim today As the sea is cold It has not engaged the season You are reading Country Life When I ask you why […]
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Beggars Door
join me at the door my beggar friend and we shall gather alms for our journey
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Black & White in Orange
When in the empty church I studied its past restoration Now serenely bathed in an orange light I touched the much travelled rood screen As I settled towards my humble prayers