Tag Archives: British Poets

One day people will touch and talk perhaps easily, And …

Clothes: to compose The furtive, lone Pillar of bone To …

Light’s patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light’s pollen sifts …

The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky. …

To walk as you walk, green eye, smiler, not Even …

Cats no less liquid than their shadows Offer no angles …

Serrations of chimneys Stone-black perforate Velvet-black dark. A tree coils …

The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool …

If a man says half himself in the light, adroit …

Bells overbrim with sound And spread from cupolas Out through …