shine brightly and sleep the night has arrived close your eyes and wait for the disguise of the morning when we will dance

You drift in your cold poetry in the dark winds where none can see your prefect form   In this kingdom of diamonds who but I will celebrate your exhibition ?   Qanik  (Snowflake)   1990  

with earlier permissions we walked the highest roads and before we rested again we witnessed together the ceremonies of our desire

let us walk these pleasure paths and search for the dust of friends for above the sorcery of the wall trees there lies a solemn heaven

I look in fever at the white white white wastes that surround me knowing that only the stars will know where I rest and that the suspension of the years is only the smooth trap of my recollection   1970

withered professors write of the carnivorous craters that swallowed a generation and sallow faced students dream delicate dreams of the mysteries to come whilst their plain pens weep the terrible tears of the time trap dead   1970

Does the season in the safety of its shining shell consider the richness of its beating heart or the prospect of its migration ?

You stare at me Relaxed and alert A century and more separates our visual greeting Yet you are the same Only I age As I travel towards our special meeting   1983

I hear the world ended this morning it was written in the pale skies of his brush   The 28th June 2012 dawned with pale thunder skies, storms were expected. 

Poems 71 After writing seventy one poems He began his career as an artist His first commission was Margate Station Which he painted seventy one times Paintings 71    Deep Down When crossing flooded fields I dream of junctions   Joe B   As the sixteenth Of fifteen brothers I paid for his education So that […]