Stuart Miller-Osborne

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    

I have met the sixfortythree on consecutive Saturdays (but have only travelled once)   The early geraniums are huddled against the north wind they are as chilled as I am (but have a warm perfume)    The steam special is today hauled by a diesel but the carriages remain the same (it has a long […]

In a railway carriage Two men in Homburg Hats Are reading One sleeps In a railway carriage Two men in Homburg Hats Are sleeping One reads

My two brothers spoke tenderly of me as they baked the physicians bread I had studied the voices of many pages before preaching to the new-born who now listened without vacancy