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

1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good…

A shilling life will give you all the facts: How Father beat him, how he ran away, What were the struggles of…

Our earth in 1969 Is not the planet I call mine, The world, I mean, that gives me strength To hold off…

How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics, Yet here’s a…

The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a gazelle. But…

Let me tell you a little story About Miss Edith Gee; She lived in Clevedon Terrace At number 83. She’d a slight…

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…

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

Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men with number-plates…