And indeed there will be timeTo wonder, ‘Do I shed?’ and, ‘Do I shed?’Time to turn back and stretch out on the bed,And give myself a bath before I’m fed –(They will say: ‘It’s the...

Let us roam then, you and I,When the evening is splayed out across the sky[…]Paths that follow like a nagging accusationOf a minor violationTo lead you to the ultimate reproof …Oh, do not say, ‘Bad...

I am alive to a usual objection to what is clearly part of my programme for the metier of poetry. The objection is that the doctrine requires a ridiculous amount of erudition (pedantry), a claim...

But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,And that is the name that you never will guess;The name that no human research can discover–But the cat himself knows, and will never confess.When you...