In the Garden of England There lies a railway station I do not remember its name Which is surrounded by fields It was built on a gentle slope But I do not question its balance As it shares its beauty with me  

That warmer weather will return on the low month fade Although for the present a cool north wind might blow Through the blossom flowers and meadow light trees Amaryllis said to me as she looked over the dry stone wall    

Under the hills behind my Camden house There are old mine workings much flooded by the winter rains They are only visited during the pleasure months By single men in search of their lives I have never visited these mines But I have often seen five or more carousels Spinning at night on the gentle […]

kosovo dance kosovo theatre   Tears of destruction Can be found In the many streets That surround this theatre   I am seated Behind a thick pillar You cannot see me But I am there   From this position I can see you all Fidgeting in your seats Racked with guilt   English is not […]

Whilst relaxing at home I saw the head of a squid emerge from behind a settee I gasped in surprise as I was expecting a steam locomotive

The red and white lid of the first aid box Lay in the waste of the lifeguard’s hut That was the only damage that I could see From the cinnamon journey Others had reported damage But they were dead and beyond care Only I cared enough to ask questions about the incident On page three […]

I sketched you in the courtroom and was then asked to record your likeness in the time remaining before your execution You were a serene sitter distant from the violence that awaited you and just before your final journey you suggested a few changes in the nakedness of your cell Later you were forced to […]

There is a green hill Not far from my home Where a single lonely cross May be found High above the patchwork fields We visit this hill frequently But the cross remains silent

I am having troubled dreams at present But I am not troubled at all In the first I saw a huge spaceship Crash into a high rise block of apartments With devastating results But I could not tell anyone As my room was empty In the dream that followed I was with you With my […]

We had stopped by a dry stone wall On a hill above a village   Each of us was in the need of refreshment But the only inn was closed   So we shared the fruits of our journey As we studied the map of the years     From the painting by James Walker […]