Gas flaring on the yellow platform… Milk-tins in cold dented silver; h… Pull up the blind, blink out - all… the slow blowing of passengers asl… engines yawning; water in heavy dr…

THOSE friends of Lao-Tzu, those… Dozing all day in lemon-silken rob… With tomes of beaten jade spread k… And pipe-stem, shining cold with s… In steaming play, and still a fing…

THAT street washed with violet Writes like a tablet Of living here; that pavement Is the metal embodiment Of living here; those terraces

After the whey-faced anonymity Of river-gums and scribbly-gums an… After the rubbing and the hit of b… You come to the South Country As if the argument of trees were d…

SCALY with poison, bright with f… Great fungi steam beside the gate, Run tentacles through flagstone cr… Or claw beyond, where meditate Wet poplars on a pitchy lawn.

These black bush-waters, heavy wit… Like plumes above dead captains, w… Uncounted kissing, unremembered vo… Nights long forgotten, moons too d… Or stars too cold... all quick thi…

North Country, filled with gestur… With trees that fence, like archer… The flanks of hidden valleys Where nothing’s left to hide But verticals and perpendiculars,

FEELING hunger and cold, feelin… Food, feeling fire, feeling Pity and pain, tasting Time in a kiss, tasting Anger and tears, touching

VENUS with rosy-cloven rump And rings of straw-bright flying h… Looks in the glass that slaves are… Not for her own face floating ther… But for the sly and curious gaze

Do you give yourself to me utterly… Body and no-body, flesh and no-fle… Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitt… But as a child might, with no othe… Yes, utterly.

IN an old play-house, in an old p… In an old piece that has been done… We dance, kind ladies, noble frien… Observe our modishness, I pray, What dignity the music lends.

I saw Time flowing like a hundred… That fly behind the daylight, foxe… Or piercing, like the quince-brigh… Of sun gone thrusting under Harbo… So Time, the wave, enfolds me in…

SOPHIE, in shocks of scarlet la… Receives her usual embrace Beneath a hedge, behind a curtain, Or in the chambers of His Grace. Whether a kiss be worth the care

Country towns, with your willows a… And farmers bouncing on barrel mar… To public houses of yellow wood With '1860' over their doors, And that mysterious race of Hogan…

(To the memory of William Hickey,… COMING out of India with ten th… Exchanged for flesh and temper, a… Whose devil barters with digestion… For dipping his fingers in the Ro…