Imagine a woodin Wales, virtually in Englanda mile away as crows who nest in it fly. The wood is small and scruffy.Sheep can…

I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those…

The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;…

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

What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer…

The bees build in the crevices Of loosening masonry, and there The mother birds bring grubs and flies. My wall is loosening;…

Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare? His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move In marble or in bronze,…

I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have…

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

has not altered;—     a place as kind as it is green,     the greenest place I’ve never seen. Every name is a tune….