Clearances? Don’t like the term, a Highland chief protests in chiselled English voice. The English did not clear Scots out. They went...

I drive into the wind in border country and quickly traverse names upon the map I'd thought large towns, but find dwindled to mere...

Speracedes Easter '91 Seeking a quiet grave In the evening light We took the lower road Where the old lavoirs stand And the stream still...

Two figures stood waving goodbye, The man, my father, one foot in the gutter, Watery blue eyes more apt to fix on nothing But fixing now...

The objects are not beautiful The rooms not well proportioned, The house not chosen for itself, But for what could be seen from within....

Villagers unsmiling, conferred in the yew tree square nursing brown arms, smoking as we entered the church porch beneath the sombre...

A door bangs and a telephone rings, Someone laughs and someone sings And somewhere a jazz trumpet plays. The outside enters in other...

Above the ramparts of Iford Hill, The sun dipped low in a green sky, Rodmell Church lay between trees, And up the valley a cold wind...

Does the empty hand of Zeus and flexing arm prepare a thunderbolt perhaps for those who cross his empty stare? Leica on paunch, a man...

Strangers at a busy hour Glance casually at this garden Where stones have not worn well Since some minor Phidias carved them. Sparrows...

We left by train my American friend and I in patchy snow and a cold March wind for Leningrad in the sixties. Our Finnish guide had a...

I skidded on my Lambretta Near the Champs Elysées Speeding past Citroens, Peugeots, Renaults, you on board, Do you remember emerging From...

For Francis Thompson Here on the green square’s edge At a point of silence listen, a quarrel of sparrows in the covert, a distant mower,...

Thou shalt not make unto thyself any graven image ... Ten Commandments in the chapel, in the apse or on the crossing, are whitewashed or...

It happens from time to time, Listening to other people’s lives, This sudden knowledge of a state You share. You have no common Memories...

With Tess when she was small Down into grassy ditches The soft path tipped us, And hid for a moment the view Of the crown of the hill,...

Below the old church tower Where masons, time and weather Repair the scars of war, Centuries of flaking slabs Huddle, lean and whisper....

Concarneau - August A young woman, a man much older, Both dressed for everyday, He holds her round the shoulder, She him around the waist...

E vietato in Otranto calpestare l’erba but over the cathedral floor, from the great west door, feet trample the Serpent, limbs of the...

Sitting beneath the orchard trees, the meadow newly mown, consuming tea and scones, on plastic chairs and tables, what does this place...