The aged catch their breath, For the nonchalant couple go Waltzing across the tightrope As if there were no death Or hope…

Groping back to bed after a piss I part thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness. Four…

At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on the thick…

Although I can see him still – The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey Connemara…

That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our master Caesar…

That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations –…

I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set the cocks…

I Around me the images of thirty years; An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by the bars,…

I I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. Maybe at…

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert… Near…

I The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half unstrung. A…

Art is exact perception: If the outcome is deception Then I think the fault must lie Partly with the critic’s eye, And…