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Anthology Quotes
Before you were mine
sparkle and waltz and dance
before you were mine
fizzy movie tomorrows
on the way home from mass
shriek at the pavements
the corner you laugh on with your pals
polka dot dress blows around your legs marilyn
sweetheart
my loud possessive yell eh
stamping stars from the wrong pavement
clear as scent
in the ballroom with the thousand eyes
Climbing my grandfather
I decide to do it free without a rope or net
earth stained hand
clouds and birds circle
overhanging shirt I change direction
I rest for a while
slow pulse of his good heart
first the old brogues dusty and cracked
I place my feet gently in the old stitches
easy scramble
at his still firm shoulder
climbing has its dangers
smooth and thick like warm ice
Porphyria's lover
she was mine mine fair
propped her head up
blaze up the cottage all warm
in glided Porphyria
I am quite sure she felt no pain
and thus we sit together now
let the damp hair fall
and yet god hasn't said a word
yellow hair displaced
smooth white shoulder bare
blushed bright beneath my burning kiss
Porphyria worshipped me
Neutral tones
like an ominous bird a wing
few leaves lay on the starving sod
pond edged with greyish leaves
tedious riddles
the smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
grin of bitterness
god cursed sun
sky was white as though chidden of god
alive enough to have strength to die
they had fallen from ash and were grey
Eden rock
somewhere beyond eden rock
the same three plates
sky whitens as if lit by three suns
sprigged dress
drifted stream
leisurely, they beckon me
crossing is not as hard as you might think
I had not thought it would be like this
her hair the colour of wheat takes on the light
Follower
I wanted to grow up and plough
my father worked with a horse plough
horse strained at his clicking tongue
shoulders globed like a full sail strung
I stumbled in his hob nailed wake
today it is my father who stumbles behind me and will not go away
narrowed and angled
he rode me on his back
In his broad shadow round the farm
Love's philosophy
moonbeams kiss the sea
mountains kiss high heaven
if thou kiss not me
Why not I with thine
sunlight clasps the earth
waves clasp one another
fountains mingle with the river
no sister flower would be forgiven
all things by a law divine
Farmers bride
we chased her flying like a hare
out mong the sheep
wide brown stare
the brown of her- her eyes her hair her hair!
three summers since I chose a maid
I've hardly heard her speak at all
turned the key upon her fast
alone poor maid
little frightened fay
Letters from Yorkshire
our souls tap out messages across the icy miles
its you who sends me that word of another world
me with my heartfelt of headlines
feeding words onto a blank screen
is your life more real because you dig and sow?
planting potatoes
his knuckles singing
pouring air and light into an envelope
Mother any distance
space walk through the empty bedrooms
a hatch that opens on an endless sky
to fall or fly
anchor. kite
your fingertips still pinch the last one hundredth of an inch
reporting metres, centimetres back to base
acres of the walls the praries of the floors
to breaking point where something has to give
When we two parted
when we two parted in silence and tears
how should I greet thee? with silence and tears
a knell in mine ear
share in its shame
half broken hearted
long long shall I rue thee
the dew of the morning
pale grew thy cheek and cold