Category Poets

He watched the stars and noted birds in flight;The rivers flooded or the Empire fell:He made predictions and was sometimes right;His lucky guesses were rewarded well. And fell in love with Truth before he knew her,And rode into imaginary lands,With…

His generous bearing was a new invention:For life was slow; earth needed to be careless:With horse and sword he drew the girls’ attention;He was the Rich, the Bountiful, the Fearless. And to the young he came as a salvation;They needed…

He stayed: and was imprisoned in possession.The seasons stood like guards about his ways,The mountains chose the mother of his children,And like a conscience the sun ruled his days. Beyond him his young cousins in the cityPursued their rapid and…

Only a smell had feelings to make known,Only an eye could point in a direction;The fountain’s utterance was itself alone;The bird meant nothing: that was his projection Who named it as he hunted it for food.He felt the interest in…

They wondered why the fruit had been forbidden:It taught them nothing new. They hid their pride,But did not listen much when they were chidden:They knew exactly what to do outside. They left. Immediately the memory fadedOf all they known: they…

I So from the years the gifts were showered; each Ran off with his at once into his life: Bee took the politics that make a hive, Fish swam as fish, peach settled into peach. And were successful at the…

I So from the years the gifts were showered; each Ran off with his at once into his life: Bee took the politics that make a hive, Fish swam as fish, peach settled into peach. And were successful at the…

Part III Across East River in the night Manhattan is ablaze with light. No shadow dares to criticise The popular festivities,Hard liquor causes everywhere A general détente, and CareFor this state function of Good Will Is diplomatically ill:The Old Year…

Part II Tonight a scrambling decade ends,And strangers, enemies and friendsStand once more puzzled underneathThe signpost on the barren heathWhere the rough mountain track dividesTo silent valleys on all sides,Endeavouring to decipher whatIs written on it but cannot,Nor guess in…

To Elizabeth Mayer Part I Under the familiar weightOf winter, conscience and the State, In loose formations of good cheer, Love, language, loneliness and fear, Towards the habits of next year, Along the streets the people flow, Singing or sighing…