New British Poetry: An Anthology
Spring 1987
Lines at Barry
Morning light steely and sharp on the docks-water and beyond, outlining a ship in the gray Channel. At berth, one banana ship white against the old mill building where, you […]
New British Poetry: An Anthology
Spring 1987
The Last Candles
The final stage of our journey over we reached Odessa. So glorious a scene I think my eyes had never taken in— the harbor bristling with ships of all the […]