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Glendalough
Glendalough Amid such savage grandeur, (lying hard beneath Stern, steeping hangars which reflect upon the cool And placid surface of these peat-dark lakes in pale Translucent greens and rusty browns), close-bounded by Waterfalls and streams pouring […]
Imagery
Imagery I draw in words what other sketch With pencils, and my draughtsmanship Must be as accurate as theirs To realise my images. I paint in phrases details which […]
Homes for Illusions
Homes for Illusions How strangely specious our minds can be In their responses to reality. To hide from their own sensitivities To facts, they build complex delusions And shelter in such weird confusions As might protect their vulnerabilities; Although glass walls of subjectivity Can’t hide […]
Dangerous Minds
Dangerous Minds Dangerous Minds ‘…the worst Are full of passionate intensity’. [W.B. Yeats: The Second Coming] Zealots are dangerous. Their minds are closed About their sole enthusiastic cause: Their bright eyes blind to contra-evidence, Their keen […]
Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony
Tchaikovsky’s Sixth Symphony Tchaikovsky’s Sixth Symphony This last and greatest composition floods Emotions through the caverns of my sense As when high spring-tides swell to full expanse Of their majestic reach. All human moods Are touchingly evoked through these deep themes Which thrill the ultimate extremes […]
Cricket
Cricket Cricket (After L. Smart) A village church-spire watching from nearby; a white, Red-roofed pavilion shaded by trees. In front, Upon a close-mown […]
Mortal Deeds, Immortal Needs
Mortal Deeds, Immortal Needs Mortal Deeds, Immortal Needs Perhaps beside some sliding stream, or on More modish bed, they move barely as one – Bodies in lightshine bathed or nightshade swathed – Performing privately those ancient rites Which tune emotions to shared harmonies, Their interactions from profane eyes screened By […]
Bath
Bath Bath (After a photograph) Here is a structured question-mark. The gold Great Crescent’s elegant façade sweeps round To meet straitBrock Street’s subfusc straight that guides Towards a perfect ornate roundel […]
To Please My Sense
To Please My Sense To Please My Sense (Eriu – Ireland) Coquette colleen! Such drear, dull clothes curtail Your splendours wrapping them behind a veil Of dropping, drooping, drab obscurity. […]