#English
Poetry? It’s a hobby. I run model trains. Mr Shaw there breeds pigeons. It’s not work. You dont sweat. Nobody pays for it.
There are the Alps. What is there… They don’t make sense. Fatal glac… jumbled boulder and weed, pasture… et l’on entend, maybe, le refrain… Who knows what the ice will have s…
Boasts time mocks cumber Rome. Wr… set up his own monument. Others watch fells dwindle, think the sun’s fires sink. Stones indeed sift to sand, oak
Guarda mi disse, le feroce Erine Let us come upon him first as if i… anonymous triple presence, memory made substance and tally of… then in the waking Now be demonstr…
(Kamo-no-Chomei, born at Kamo 115… Swirl sleeping in the waterfall! On motionless pools scum appearing disappearing! Eaves formal on the zenith,
The ploughland has gone to bent and the pasture to heather; gin the goodwife stint, she’ll keep the house together. Gin the goodwife stint
Four white heifers with sprawling… trundle the waggon. Its ill-roped crates heavy with fr… The chisel point of the goad, blue… glitters ahead,
Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey’s madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells’ late spring. Dance tiptoe, bull,
He whom we anatomized ‘whose words we gathered as pleasa… and thought on his wit and how nea… speaks to us, hatching marrow,
Nothing substance utters or time stills and restrains joins design and supple measure deftly
Lavender and contorted Only and lavender Outrageous and very This flipper may back and beckon, but it
See! Their verses are laid as mosaic gold to gold gold to lapis lazuli white marble to porphyry stone shouldering stone, the dice