New British Poetry: An Anthology
Spring 1987
Child
Child, what are you pointing at in this house? Why, without language, you are curious about some object that we cannot see, but towering for you out of the furniture […]
New British Poetry: An Anthology
Spring 1987
Poem
The sea and the library in this town are close together, the song of water and the hum of reading are related sounds and the rocks and books stand up […]
New British Poetry: An Anthology
Spring 1987
A Dying
I It is autumn and the pain is departing. The trees still stand though the leaves drop one by one outside a window which you hardly see for the kindly […]