We would like to film a selection of your poems Would you be able to translate them Yes but most of my poems are impossible to film Why Because dreams cannot be filmed

There is locally an unmade road Dating from the last war That leads directly into the sea It is one of the many wartime roads That can be found along our coast These are the white freedom roads

I am due to be executed In an hour for desertion But this will not happen As in my dream last night I travelled in warped time And strangled their wretched mothers The Brother of Viola’s Brother

I often take photographs of myself Swimming in blue hue sea me My art is at once beautiful and bold I resemble a mermaid or so I am told

I choose to stay indoors On moonlit nights As I am aware of her vapours

Evenings Lengthen High Sky Sun Days of Wonder

Hollow Chimes White Flags of Surrender Leaving a City of Pleasure

Clive I have a confession That I would like to share Before Morning Coffee Yes before Morning Coffee As you know my room is opposite yours In the west wing of the house I can see straight into your bedroom The Bugatti Room Yes I often watch you sleep Clive That must be unexciting It…

I received a mail this morning Asking me to film the eclipse As it was cloudy in Nora’s home town I agreed to do this but warned her That the light was so bright Here in Deal that only the fallen angels Could be seen clearly within the wandering clouds 29/3

I love reading on trains  As all at once  One can be deep in a book  Whist hills that reach to the sky  Pass unnoticed  Trapped behind thin glass  What are you reading  Tagore  He just sees things from another angle  Give me an example  Beauty is simply reality Seen with the eyes of love  When one…