Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am star
The rapid clouds, the moon’s clean
Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed garde
Under a cavernous, a wind-picked s

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

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

There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen
That lights no lamps.
Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees

Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty—three
(which was rather late for me) —
Between the end of the Chatterley
And the Beatles’ first LP.

I saw three ships go sailing by,
Over the sea, the lifting sea,
And the wind rose in the morning s
And one was rigged for a long jour
The first ship turned towards the

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

About twenty years ago
Two girls came in where I worked—
A bosomy English rose
And her friend in specs I could t
Faces in those days sparked

Since the majority of me
Rejects the majority of you,
Debating ends forwith, and we
Divide. And sure of what to do
We disinfect new blocks of days

The wind blew all my wedding—day,
And my wedding—night was the night
And a stable door was banging, aga
That he must go and shut it, leavi
Stupid in candlelight, hearing rai