It is a matter of a black cat
On a bare cliff top in March
Whose eyes anticipate
The gorse petals;
The formal equation of

For the first twenty years you are
Bodily that is: as a poet, of cour
You are not born yet. It’s the ne
You cut your teeth on to emerge sm
For your brash courtship of the mu

I have been all men known to histo
Wondering at the world and at time
I have seen evil, and the light bl
Innocent love under a spring sky.
I have been Merlin wandering in t

The old man comes out on the hill
and looks down to recall earlier d
in the valley. He sees the stream
the church stand, hears the litter
children’s voices. A chill in the

Dear parents,
I forgive you my life,
Begotten in a drab town,
The intention was good;
Passing the street now,

We’ve nothing vast to offer you, n
Except the waste of thought
Forming from mind erosion;
No canyons where the pterodactyl’s
Falls like a shadow.

And one said, This man can sing;
Let’s listen to him. But the othe
Dirt on his mind, said, No, let’s
Queer him. And the first, being w
Consented. So the Thing came

When I was a child and the soft f
Quietly as snow on the bare bough
My father brought me trout from th
From whose chill lips the water so
Dull grew their eyes, the beautifu

My father is dead.
I who am look at him
who is not, as once he
went looking for me
in the woman who was.

And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look he said.
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce