Time that is moved by little fidge… Is not my time, the flood that doe… Between the double and the single… Of a ship’s hour, between a round… From the dark warship riding there…

ADAM, because on the mind’s road… Your mouth is always in a hurry, Because you know odes And ways to make a curry, Because you fall in love with word…

IN the castle of Glubbdubdrib How spendidly we dine On flesh from magic potagers And cups of dead men’s wine, Dead men who run with bottles,

RANKS of electroplated cubes, dw… Like the other pasture, the trigon… Death’s candy-bed. Stone caked on… Dry pyramids and racks of iron bal… Life is observed, a precipitate of…

COOK was a captain of the Admira… When sea-captains had the evil eye… Or should have, what with beating… And casting nativities of ships; Cook was a captain of the powder-d…

Do you give yourself to me utterly… Body and no-body, flesh and no-fle… Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitt… But as a child might, with no othe… Yes, utterly.

No pause! The buried pipes ring o… The flour-faced Antic runs from s… Now Columbine, with scarlet pout, Floats in the smoking moon of ligh… Now programmes wave, heads bend be…

GUTTED of station, noise alone, The crow’s voice trembles down the… As if this nitrous flange of stone Wept suddenly with such a cry; As if the rock found lips to sigh,

LATE: a cold smear of sunlight b… The gilt lime of winter, a sun gro… Streams in the glass. Outside, te… Looping the weather-birds with rin… The spires of Paris, pricked in a…

SUDDENLY to become John Benbo… With a tin trunk and a five-pound… And a peajacket the colour of a sh… That a Jew might buy in the morni… To fry potatoes (God save us!) if…

You can shuffle and scuffle and sc… You can rattle the knockers and kn… Or batter the doorsteps with bucke… Till the Deputy-Governor sobs. You can sneak up a suitable plank

GOOD roaring pistol-boys, brave… Good roistering easy maids, blown… On floods of tavern-steam, I gree… With wild Canary, drowned in wine… I’ll swear your round, red faces d…

THE smell of birds’ nests faintly… Is autumn. In the autumn I came Where spring had used me better, To the clear red pebbles and the m… And foundered beetles, to the brok…

‘THESE are the floating berries… They drop their harvest in dark al… Softly far down on groves of Venu… Forgotten at the world’s edge—and… Unlocks all closed things, eyes an…

SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone… Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fum… Night, the old nun, in voiceless p… To kiss corruption, so fabulous he… All drowns in night. Even the laz…