If he should die his grief Would surely then be gone: This heaviness of grief, And thus of Being, Is grief for the many

One day I shall see them Sitting round the table, the shrub… Like our children used to do, So lovingly brought up, Nurtured over many years,

Do not come to me in seeming perfe… Do not insult me so for there is n… Get to know me and you’ll know my… And in such time I’ll get to know… And if encircling each other we fa…

'The clocks might stop For you and me, Time is of the essence, Can’t you see?' 'What’s the hurry,

The sound of the sea As it races in Is a mighty din Voiced by the god of the ocean as… From the ravenous swell flooding i…

When my eyes upon the raw world lo… First thing in the morning, watery… Hoping to reflect the sun rising i… I think upon the darkside of the n… The realm that I’ve just left to…

When you get to grips With brick or stone, with tools, Drilling holes, or re-shaping thin… To fix a light outside, perhaps, Or laying paving slabs

When he saw you You reminded him of his mother, Not that you look like her You don’t, But because he’s your brother

The goose, head held high, squawki… Chased the peacock across the lane In front of our car. We stopped… The peacock with long tail feather… To the top of an old stone farm wa…

Late stars, in dark blue, Not unlike the dew, In constellations, In such show, Place me in England:

At certain times My standing stone will pierce The darkness of your passage, Into your tomb-like womb, Illuminated into life,