‘His little, nameless, unremembered acts

across the railway lineI whistled a musical game with itof call and response,variations, show-off riffs;the blackbird listened,held its head a little to one side,crisply hopped onto the iron railand I thought myself mighty cleveras we played our musical game, andit flew across the line, a few yards nearer,swiftly, with clear intentiononto the platform two yards…

tell me of Yourself;I yearn to knowMy Beloved saidO my dearest one,tell me, rather, of yourself;for only in knowing yourselfand knowing what you do not knowmay you know Myselfto My Beloved I saidI breathe; and yetI was never taught to breathe.I breathe perfectly;who taught me then, to breathe?In the light of the Sun,I see all…

that six more hours of ecstatic sleep-deprivation,that concrete-and-steel erection to win architecture awards,then send your e-mails to her,she can pay for the bloody things.I’m not proud.

that’s the time to speak in praise of love(said Saint Valentine) .When those you have most lovedup and go, without a word,that’s the time to speak in praise of love(said Saint Valentine) .When those you would most lovewant nothing to do with you,that’s the time to speak in praise of love(said Saint Valentine) .When you…

humility, yetthe glimpse of glory;the glimpse of glory, yethumility..There’s how it is; and howit seems. And poetry.So poets say, of how it seems, that‘it’s as if…’and of how it is, they say that‘it’s as if..’for thus we are to knowthe slender, swinging, fearfulin its impertinent height overawful depths, rope bridgeof words across the chasm,life, below,…

all the lovein the worldsooner or later