Thursday, 7 June 2012

To Innesfree

When Yeats suggested go
to one Lake Isle
in wind or snow and rain or peace or hail
- and plant nine bean-rows;

he hinted that to hear,
listen – become –
is the real game we play, or else be dumb
to a swelling of hearts and the sea.

Tuesday, 5 June 2012


In a desert
I turned into a beast
parading round
and, with heart and hands
honest, I ate
up sweet friendship
to find an answer
more acceptable
(not so bitter)
than one heart’s one truth.