Elegies
He probably held too tightly
(In the palm of his hand,
Looking out on the sea)
To the sand the wind
Was taking, grain by grain —
He who is held by the fear
Of becoming mist.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Elegies
He probably held too tightly
(In the palm of his hand,
Looking out on the sea)
To the sand the wind
Was taking, grain by grain —
He who is held by the fear
Of becoming mist.
Arrival 1946The boat docked in Liverpool.From the train Tariq staredat an unbroken line of washingfrom the North West to Euston.These…
maggie and milly and molly and maywent down to the beach (to play one day)and maggie discovered a shell that…
Language unstable as sand, but poets Strike on hard rock, carving Rune and hieroglyph , to celebrate Breath's sweet brevity.