In the Moment
Live each day as if it’s your last. If it isn’t, what a nice surprise!
The Magi
Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering side by side, And all their eyes still fixed,
Locking Time
Late autumn chill, but there is fire remaining in the last maple leaves.
Death’s Dominion
The dead don’t walk. All you have heard of that is Spook-chat and scare-talk. The dead are dead, and dead they’ll stay. The heroes in the greenwood, the king of once and future time, Arthur and Coeur de Lyon, bold Robin Hood: all gone away. God’s dead to Mary, but still in her mind a
The Haunted Storeroom
There’s an attic room inside my mind For all the things I wish undone And all the ways I’ve been unkind And fights I should not have begun. I enter it from time to time And let my angry ghosts complain About my life of thoughtless crime And then I lock it up again.
Variation on the Berkeleyan Hypothesis
If Trump falls down dead on his golf course with no one there, who gives a shit?
Staying Clean
Now in mid-May spring is dancing into summer. Day after day the woods and fields learn new steps. I spend my time not doing something bad for me. Negative effort is my dance-master.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some
Snowy Silence
Snowy Silence Snow thick on the ground No sound comes from the forest Are the birds alive?