Stuart Miller-Osborne

Aside the brook Beneath the trees This is the haunt Of the dreaming bees You sent this rhyme to me in a velvet envelope but addressed it to a David Hathaway who lives in the hills far from here. He does not care for The Poetry of Empire. Your writings should have never left the […]

Do not climb the emperors staircase as my attentive thoughts will desert you At all times I carry a likeness of my father I will not listen to your raiders songs    

Lost by a distant visitor In these tunnels of energy Rescued by an honest man Dreaming of Arnos Grove     In 1912 Tagore the Indian poet visited London with his son. On the voyage to England by sea he took the time to translate his poems contained in a note book. When in London […]

Let the bees dance to the Falco tune as their honey melts and covers the world   1990    

rhododendronsonthegoodwinsands arepuzzledbythesea butappriciatethelightsoframsgate      

In the shadows lie the conspirators hidden from the fields of bliss by the dampness of her veil under plain pink skies   1977    

Harry saw his reflection in my dish I liked his reasoning    

stares at her raven reflection as the charged geese inspect her eyes   after the painting by Val Prinsep    

Your course air and lingering breath does not retire as the ninth day processions make patterns in the dust winds   Your distraught nymphs will comb their liberal hair and kiss the dry lips of the sand sea     A dry African wind which blows towards Southern Italy   1977

mau tera When an unclad hand Draws the light The sudden night arrives And the tides Will isolate The procession of the days   tupapus The stars in the darkness Will protect your homes As the visitors from high Tread the isthmus to your dreams Do not be the one Whose radiance is dimmed   […]