Nothing happens. Ireland’s/(Her weather still) peaceful...
change
The Wall in Iraq
The deepest past’s mere meters down...
Bucolic III
Gentle, the fields, slowly, eating the bones,/Blood drinking, men upon them, new, compete,/Goat bone, sheep blood too, gently now and slow...
Bucolic I
Tityrus lounges in the shade,/Bees lullaby the sleepy glade,/The reed sings soft, soft as the grass—/Then Meliboeus comes to pass...
Bits for a Hot and Cold July
'Chocolate' & 'Remains'
Repose
Now cease,/Now sleep,/Drink deep/Of peace...
a swan skein breaks the water
a swan skein breaks the water spanish arch/cloudy corrib like the dog’s tail sweeping...
Two Sonnets in June
'Volta' & 'Turn'
Smoke and Honey
Like cloud-mad grass piercing the air’s warm gown/On sun-drunk days, our actions sometimes mow/Unknown into strange atmospheres...
Experience
Poetry deepens/As life lengthens...
