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…
I was listening to some of the soul-singing poems of Milosz, at a lecture in the British Library. On my journey there, I had been wandering through the solitude of the crowded underground, singing various Hebrew songs from the melodic Rabbi Shlomo. Later, during the panel discussion, I heard one of the speakers discount the…
I came across this picture in the New York City Library. It pulled me towards its absolute vulnerabilitydumbfounded in the stillness of its grief I waited like the seated mantill understanding might fill up the missing matter of our spirits’ thinness unto immobility I saw the artist came from PakistanHer theme was one of reconstruction,…
Googling round the internet, looking for information on the Iranian film ‘The Apple’, for a film season I was planning, I came across that delightful news story from yesterday’s CNN that you may have seen in the Metro: “Drunken moose finds itself stuck up a Swedish apple tree“, and though I know it’s the season…
You wrote a haikuFor me when I went away.It speaks to me now: ‘Jerusalem Ho!Adventure calls you EastwardsNot goodbye, farewell.’ And now you go EastTo the Great Jerusalem.Glory, colour, light And joy embrace youWho brought so much of all these to those who love you. WhimsicalityA tender stream of kindnessAnd humility But gravitas tooIn the…
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