Where is that masterpiece at which he laboured Wherein the lines of landscape and of figures Concealed an emptiness he tried to fill? The...

When he was small Leonardo Formed a scene upon a shield, From crickets, fireflies,bats, Lizards, glow worms, serpents, And delicate wings...

The countryside lay empty. A signpost leaning towards him On the right hand gestured skyward And westward at the ground. He found on...

In the Aux Trois Quartiers She fingered scarves and laces, Smiling at some secret joke As shoppers sidled past In the heat and boulevard...

He sought meaning where a peaceful sea turned grey and a storm-swept brig leaned black against the sky. Two broken crewmen stooping,...

(translation of Der Panther by Rainer Maria Rilke) No more can he take in, his hooded eyes tire of looking out through iron bars; he...

TV is a chatterbox, a scatterbox, a patterbox, a blatherbox, You could say a doesn’tmatterbox but that’s not true today. Once we had a...

When he set up his easel, As often before on the hill Above the Chemin des Lauves, Clouds gathered over Aix And storm cones flew. Cézanne...

Does the empty hand of Zeus and flexing arm prepare a thunderbolt perhaps for those who cross his empty stare? Leica on paunch, a man...

Strangers at a busy hour Glance casually at this garden Where stones have not worn well Since some minor Phidias carved them. Sparrows...

The world enters in flashes, Like the sun through wickerwork, As they sit at the table, Arboured together. A pump handle tips, A mirror...

A key, a telescope, a drum, A watch, a plate, a teacup or a knife, Objects have lives if we look closely, They are yours and not yours,...

We left by train my American friend and I in patchy snow and a cold March wind for Leningrad in the sixties. Our Finnish guide had a...

Quam tenui a filo pendet Today is Sunday and here day trippers accumulate where Constable stood and Willy Lott lived eighty years to...

The gibbous moon Hangs above aerials In a rich, blue-black, Shading to violet sky. Titania dreams; The silent shrubs regard her; The Sea...

Warsaw 1981 Friends, the curfew lifted, Celebrate a truce In churches candlelit This Christmas Eve. Hands grip the backs of pews, A...

Something there is that does not like a wall (Robert Frost) The writings on the wall at Checkpoint Charlie, now East Berliners stroll...

The girl’s flesh sang of beauty As he stroked in once again Hand and eye in harmony, A landscape wet with rain. Kindness filtered through...

For William Golding Hunched behind a lectern This man in yellow shirt And bright blue tie Derides processional ants Who carry through the...

When the rupture came, Soren Kierkegaard found loss not absolute. Connection persevered. Regina was given back To that corkscrew mind, In...