MUSIC, on the air’s edge, rides… Plumed like empastured Caesars of… With a god’s helmet; now, in the g… Of sunlight, the iron cloak, the… Melt to enchanted flesh—a voice is…

SUDDENLY to become John Benbo… With a tin trunk and a five-pound… And a peajacket the colour of a sh… That a Jew might buy in the morni… To fry potatoes (God save us!) if…

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…

Thief of the moon, thou robber of… Thy charms have stolen the star—go… Cold, cold are the birds that, bub… Cried once to my ears their unreme… Dark are those orchards, their lea…

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…

THOU moon, like a white Christus… At the sky’s cross-roads, I’ll co… Though travellers bend up, and see… Let them go truckle with their gif… I’ll ask no favours of thy cocker…

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…

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.

THE plough that marks on Harley’… In flying earth its print Throws up, like death itself conce… A fang of rosy flint, A flake of stone, by fingers hewed

THE smell of birds’ nests faintly… Is autumn. In the autumn I came Where spring had used me better, To the clear red pebbles and the m… And foundered beetles, to the brok…

CHAFING on flags of ebony and p… My paladins are waiting. Loops of… Stoop slowly from the coffee-cups,… In thin fantastic patterns down th… By cabinets of chinaware, to whirl

EARTH which has known so many pa… Of April air, so many marriages Of strange and lovely atoms breedi… Never may find again that lost del… In the sharp sky, the frosty deepn…

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

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.

IN the castle of Glubbdubdrib How spendidly we dine On flesh from magic potagers And cups of dead men’s wine, Dead men who run with bottles,