You are no longer young, Nor are you very old. There are homes where those belong… You know you do not fit When you observe the cold

I visited the place where we last… Nothing was changed, the gardens w… The fountains sprayed their usual… There was no sign that anything ha… And nothing to instruct me to forg…

When the gardener has gone this ga… Looks wistful and seems waiting an… It is so spruce, a metaphor of Ed… And even more so since the gardene… Quietly godlike, but of course, he…

At this particular time I have no… Particular person to grieve for, t… Be many, many unknown ones going t… Slowly, not remembered for what th… Or left undone. For these, then,…

Nature teaches us our tongue again And the swift sentences came pat.… Into cool night rescued from rainy… And I seethed with language - Hen… Harfleur and Agincourt came apt f…

Over the surging tides and the mou… Over the pastoral valleys and the… Over the cities with their factory… Over the lands where peace is stil… Over all these and all this planet…

I keep my answers small and keep t… Big questions bruised my mind but… Small answers be a bulwark to my f… The huge abstractions I keep from… Small things I handled and caress…

You are confronted with yourself.… The pouches fill, the skin is ugli… You give it all unflinchingly. Yo… Into yourself, beyond. Your brush… Runs with self-knowledge. Here

We nailed the hands long ago, Wove the thorns, took up the scour… For excitement’s sake, we stood at… Of the pebbled path and watched th… But one or two prayed, one or two