Stuart Miller-Osborne

As I pass Where you once lay I see you bewildered And covered in rust A little oil And a great deal of dust     When a boy the writer and poet Alfred Williams lay between the rails of a nearby railway and let a goods train pass over him.  

The passion I have for my beloved I am urged to share A feast not just for their ears, but their eyes. He coverts me greatly And requests I share my nakedness With the common. Hide thee in the bedchamber And you shall spy Thy queen unclothed. I know his ploy But I will play […]

I listened to the bands On Calais Sands On Calais Sands I listened to the bands ce n’est pas un poeme On Dover Beach I would like to teach I would like to teach On Dover Beach

Sulky sea Do not show me your palms I shall not reward you with silver You shall reflect the night     1974

a red pebble turns green but all consider it blue except God who knows its true colour     1974

As the snow clouds change from blue sapphires will drop into my frozen fields and I will decorate their boundaries  

Rubies will be counted at the high table as the season is determined pumice clouds do not keep secrets

I saw her asleep through the jade screen as the seven swans passed by the water-clocks have faded now

Dew dust Day daubed Do travel to the sculpture park with me I will shiver without you      

Let the butterfly on wing above the valley be your ornament you will not settle