The mower stalled, twice; kneeling
A hedgehog jammed up against the b
Killed. It had been in the long g
I had seen it before, and even fed
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive

In this dream that dogs me I am p
Of a silent crowd walking under a
Leaving a football match, perhaps,
All moving the same way. After a
A second wall closes on our right,

Tired of a landscape known too wel
The deliberate shallow hills, the
Flying past rocks; tired of rememb
The village children and their nau
He abandoned his small holding and

Quarterly, is it, money reproaches
‘Why do you let me lie here wastef
I am all you never had of goods an
You could get them still by writin
So I look at others, what they do

Love, we must part now: do not let
Calamitious and bitter. In the pa
There has been too much moonlight
Let us have done with it: for now
Never has sun more boldly paced th

Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun

Words as plain as hen—birds’ wings
Do not lie,
Do not over—broider things —
Are too shy.
Thoughts that shuffle round like p

My age fallen away like white swad
Floats in the middle distance, bec
An inhabited cloud. I bend closer
A lighted tenement scuttling with
O you tall game I tired myself wi

Once I am sure there’s nothing go
I step inside, letting the door th
Another church: matting, seats, an
And little books; sprawlings of fl
For Sunday, brownish now; some br

Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph:
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
And always the voice will sound