#EnglishWriters
My wedding-ring lies in a basket as if at the bottom of a well. Nothing will come to fish it back… and onto my finger again. &nb sp; &nbs…
A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
Brown gas-fog, white beneath the street lamps. Cut off on three sides, all space… with our bodies. Bodies that stumble
I was welcomed here’clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on… the mountain revealing herself unc… tinted apricot as she looked west,
This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea. We have the words in our pockets,
The cat is eating the roses: that’s the way he is. Don’t stop him, don’t stop the world going round, that’s the way things are.
Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a whole tree by the hair, a barn, a bridge. The flower
Something forgotten for twenty yea… and mothers came from Cordova and… and though I am a citizen of the… stranger here than anywhere else,… I am Essex-born:
Green Snake, when I hung you roun… and stroked your cold, pulsing thr… as you hissed to me, glinting arrowy gold scales, and I felt the weight of you on my shoulders,
An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking t… proportionate size, in the rain, in the relaxed early-evening avenu…
Down through the tomb’s inward arc… He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreaml… the merciful dead, the prophets, the innocents just His own age and…
The ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for communion
That dog with daisies for eyes who flashes forth flame of his very self at every ba… is the Dog of Art. Worked in wool, his blind eyes
U.S. BURIED IRAQI SOL… ‘What you saw was a bunch of trenches with arms sticking out.’ ‘Plows mounted on
Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as