Poetry
Autumn 1957
The Soldier
Saturday afternoon. The barracks almost empty. The soldiers are almost all on overnight pass. There is only me, writing this letter to you, And one other soldier, down at the […]
Poetry
Autumn 1957
The Milkmaid
A practised gesture of her practised hand, So ivory, and so bejewelled with finger-tip, Made all our party put on her livery, Seeking to pay her lip service, singing her […]
Poetry
Autumn 1957
The Bird
Carefully, and as if fearfully, and minding Of itself in its own fine feather, Though modestly, and mildly in its finding, This bird submissive to the weather, Storm, wind, the […]
Poetry
Winter 1955
The Sage by the Sea-Shore
Now the tree That has been stone Is stone again: Another age With notice none Of what has gone And come again Of mirth and pride Is finally done. Now […]
Poetry
Winter 1955
My Parents Enroute
Dead to the world in love my parents lie, Snoring, and solemn as princes catafalqued, Their dreaming toes turned upward to the sky. Heavy with sleepy beauty, my mother walked […]
Poetry
Winter 1955
The Embarkation for Cythera
The picnic-goers beautified themselves And then set sail for Cythera, with jugs To keep their coffee hot, martinis cold, And hampers full of music. The water shone For them that […]
Poetry
Summer 2004
From the Third Georgic: Lines 179-208
From the Latin. But if what you have in mind for your horse, instead, Is war and the proud fierce cavalry or else Racing your gliding flying chariot Along […]