The Castle in the Pyrenees
Suspend your disbelief. This Is not a rock, a boulder or a stone About to drop. Magritte Is there to fool you into truth, A kind of...
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Please enjoy the poetry I have written throughout my life. Just click on a theme or browse the full collection below.
Montparnasse in August
A door bangs and a telephone rings, Someone laughs and someone sings And somewhere a jazz trumpet plays. The outside enters in other...
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Providence
She lives today who might have died had you not taken that particular path, under the tower, across the vacant square, past registers of...
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Salvadore Quasimodo
Translations by Terry Hodgson On the Branches of the Willow Trees And how could we sing With an alien foot set on our hearts Among the...
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Walking North
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...
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Slow Train East
for Auntie Maddy A roar past the carriage window Hurries on westwards. In the silence pursuing, In a meadow, slow-moving, Two lovers...
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Mehr Licht
for Karlheinz Stockhausen They say Karlheinz asserts The greatest work of art was when The 767s destroyed World Trade But opines that...
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Set the Bar High
For Dick Fosbury, 1968 Olympian Gold Medallist With a step, skip and hop he went over the top with the Fosbury flop. In eight or ten...
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Leonardo's Shield
When he was small Leonardo Formed a scene upon a shield, From crickets, fireflies,bats, Lizards, glow worms, serpents, And delicate wings...
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for Ingrid Bergman (August 1985)
In the Aux Trois Quartiers She fingered scarves and laces, Smiling at some secret joke As shoppers sidled past In the heat and boulevard...
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Conrad
He sought meaning where a peaceful sea turned grey and a storm-swept brig leaned black against the sky. Two broken crewmen stooping,...
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The Panther
(translation of Der Panther by Rainer Maria Rilke) No more can he take in, his hooded eyes tire of looking out through iron bars; he...
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Chatterbox
TV is a chatterbox, a scatterbox, a patterbox, a blatherbox, You could say a doesn’tmatterbox but that’s not true today. Once we had a...
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Le Primitif de la Voie
When he set up his easel, As often before on the hill Above the Chemin des Lauves, Clouds gathered over Aix And storm cones flew. Cézanne...
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Museum Piece
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...
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Gnats and Statues
Strangers at a busy hour Glance casually at this garden Where stones have not worn well Since some minor Phidias carved them. Sparrows...
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