If the definition of poetry is

pray mark it with a songwho died defendingthe arguably rightfrom the army of thearguably wrong.

honour yourself. Be yourself.When you honour yourselfyou honour the whole created world.Live just this day in your glorious self.Remember it for the rest of your lifeas the day the world rested in itself,the day we were all at rest in peace,the day the world was a happy placeand you were glad to be that peace;the…

young lady, it’s just that I can’t remember itWhy am I going upstairs?I only just got upNo dear, you’re wrong,I always pay on accountWhere’s my bed?Isn’t this upstairs?Take the paper backto the newsagent, someone’salready done the crosswordOf course I’m undressed,I just came upstairsOf course you can sign my name dear,they know me at the post…

may seek to climb Olympus(the rocky scramble exhilaratingin the moist fresh morning,the scent of coffee, baking bread,rising from the valley below,the occasional shout of shepherd to his dog,up higher, the tiptilt goats surprised,and then the mist, the thinning air,the inner urge, ambitionfading, as humility, surrender, grow)that all of us, fully although seemingly in some degree,yearn…

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,…

in the intensive care wardas if with no regard for youit’s self-sufficient; sufficient to the self;the same curve that the flute’s note makes onscreen,pure as Krishna’s smile; his lipsmaking breath into soundhear that, hear that whichruns day and night; repetitionthat always never does repeatand only when you’re stillwill you know with Krishnathe sound of inner…