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Inside me Are the streets of Jerusalem. Sun on the old stone stairways And the baking air. Inside me Are the high walls and the tumbling flowers, Vivid as a clarion call in a net of leaves, Red and pink in the thorns and prickles. Even the plants must arm themselves Against the night and…

Who’s this sphereWho’s bounced into our world of lines,Pushing us around? We don’t like roundAnd we don’t like pushed. What’s this plane rushing by?She says it’s a circleBut I don’t see the point.Well actually I only see a point,Being a line. How can a point Take up so much room?I mean, what does she mean…

Blessed Mother,You knew not only how to carry your own deep sorrows with dignitybut to make roomto hold the sorrows of another.You were not afraidof annihilationNot alarmedby a fresh dismemberment.You were the centrifugal forceof lovethat holds the accelerating universein a wide offeringof ever-expanding joyamidst the pain.You are not destroyed.Wholly identified with the four directions of…

Such perfect symmetry of the hearts’ alliance Fluid and freeing And full of joy The body is moving with the life of the Spirit Blithely revealing the passions of the soul Here on the running grass In the open air Somewhere Between kenosis and fulfilment Somewhere Between loss and enlargement of the heart’s gift Somewhere…

The artist cut one Maple Tree And made of it nine instruments He will bring them once Together again For a single night to play. And who would not wait with sacred longing For the playing of the nine From the broken tree? Who would not hope from such a moment A taste of the…

The Coastal Robot or On looking out of the East Coast train from London to Edinburgh Incredible how the sea dispels alarm Arousing joy without a cause Immediate! A sight of inevitable bliss so inarticulate and yet replete with messages and thrones. Then suddenly a monstrous thing a squat and hideous robot, square and brute…

For Sarah and John on their Wedding Day Performed before their wonderful display of Sarah’s Poems and John’s Photographs Under the Poet’s eyeAll things reveal their inner gaze Return a look of kind enquiryWith an opening of the heart A glimpse of mystery VeiledUntilThe moment of desire for knowledge comes For love is knowledgeIn its…

The Ring Master: Don’t be afraid of the freak show It exists for your relief At being safe from this defect; This spell of madness and despair Is spared you Don’t be too assured That horror will not come. The freak, the freak is here on show But your despair is hidden And in the…

There were dead children in the river Whose they wereNo one could tell So long they had lain there,Where salt water meets the freshBut none prevails. And the crabs and small minnowsVie for entranceInto the hollowed eyes. There were dead children in the riverAnd where they put themNo one will say. But they told the…