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Letter to Lord Byron [Second stanza]

II I’m writing this in pencil on my knee, Using my other hand to stop me yawning, Upon a primitive, unsheltered quay In the small hours of a Wednesday morning. I cannot add the summer day is dawning; In Seydhisfjördur…

Lauds

Among the leaves the small birds sing; The crow of the cock commands awaking: In solitude, for company. Bright shines the sun on creatures mortal; Men of their neighbours become sensible: In solitude, for company. The crow of the cock commands awaking; Already the…

The Two

You are the town and we are the clock. We are the guardians of the gate in the rock. The Two. On your left and on your right In the day and in the night, We are watching you. Wiser…

The Secret Agent

Control of the passes was, he saw, the key To this new district, but who would get it? He, the trained spy, had walked into the trap For a bogus guide, seduced by the old tricks. At Greenhearth was a fine site…

The Question

To ask the hard question is simple: Asking at meeting With the simple glance of acquaintance To what these go And how these do; To ask the hard question is simple, The simple act of the confused will. But the answer Is…

The Narrow Balcony

For now he was awake and knew No one is ever spared except in dreams; But there was something else the nightmare had distorted – Even the punishment was human and a form of love: The howling storm had been…

The Monk and His Cat

Pangur, white Pangur How happy we are Alone together, Scholar and cat Each has his own work to do daily; For you it is hunting, for me, study Your shining eye watches the wall; My feeble eye is fixed on…

Their Lonely Betters

As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade To all the noises that my garden made It seemed to me only proper that words Should be withheld from vegetables and birds A robin with no Christian name ran through…

The Capital

Quarter of pleasures where the rich are always waiting,Waiting expensively for miracles to happen,O little restaurant where the lovers eat each other,Cafe where exiles have established a malicious village; You with your charm and your apparatus have abolishedThe strictness of winter…

O Tell Me the Truth About Love

Some say love’s a little boy, And some say it’s a bird, Some say it makes the world go round, And some say that’s absurd, And when I asked the man next door, Who looked as if he knew, His…