Sweetheart, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song….

You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when…

We lay and ate the sweet hurt-berries In the bracken of Hurt Wood. Like a quire of singers singing low The dark…

Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say, Because I’d like to know that you’re all right. Tell me, have…

Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (which was rather late for me) – Between the end of the Chatterley ban And the…

Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound Certain you…

On the day of the explosion Shadows pointed towards the pithead: In the sun the slagheap slept. Down the lane came men…

Once I am sure there’s nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone,…

“Dockery was junior to you, Wasn’t he?” said the Dean. “His son’s here now.” Death-suited, visitant, I nod. “And do You keep…

When I see a couple of kids And guess he’s fucking her and she’s Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, I know…

When I drop four cubes of ice Chimingly in a glass, and add Three goes of gin, a lemon slice, And let…

Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I Among…