The cool that came off the sheets… Made me think the damp must still… But when I took my corners of the… And pulled against her, first stra… And then diagonally, then flapped…

My “place of clear water”, the first hill in the world where springs washed into the shiny grass and darkened cobbles

She taught me what her uncle once… How easily the biggest coal block… If you got the grain and the hamme… The sound of that relaxed alluring… Its co-opted and obliterated echo,

He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, without

Her scarf a la Bardot, In suede flats for the walk, She came with me one evening For air and friendly talk. We crossed the quiet river,

I loved to carry Her violin case, its nose In air, its back end Nice and heavy, the balance Factored in and factored out.

I sat all morning in the college s… Counting bells knelling classes to… At two o’clock our neighbors drove… In the porch I met my father cryi… He had always taken funerals in hi…

The tightness and the nilness roun… when the car stops in the road, th… its make and number and, as one be… towards your window, you catch sig… on a hill beyond, eyeing with inte…

The pockets of our greatcoats full… No kitchens on the run, no strikin… We moved quick and sudden in our o… The priest lay behind ditches with… A people hardly marching... on the…