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The Horsemen of The North

Riding the clouds of the turbulent skies -

clamourous hooves are your gathering voice,

mingling fast with your ominous cries -

thunder and lightning's your music of choice;

even in battle your honour not dies -

but in the land of the dead will rejoice.


Melded your flesh with the armour's cold metal,

skeletal features are twisted like sinew;

muffled the winds that the t...

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To Friendship

The bee-loved foxgloves could not charm the mead -

geraniums their full-lipped petals fend

against first frosts - bright roses not ascend

the cottage arbours – if they did not feed;

the peonies' brief buddings won't succeed,

nor irises, round the borders, with them blend -

yet there are plants I have not need to tend,

and you – my friend – are such a one indeed.

Be that the...

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The Village Plague

With wordless murmurs, clasped in agonies of pleasure,

they huddled in amorphous masses by the river;

writhing they gorged on joy and pain in equal measure,

waiting for the one thing that would them deliver.


Grotesque and bulging boils and sores their bodies ravaged,

while vacant eyes and grins told of their minds devoured;

impassive slimy creatures soon among them scavenged...

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On Waking in a Valley in Aveyron

Is it the nearby tread of furtive feet -

insistent in the darkness – or the sound

of nocturnal noses - probing the ground -

or trees - that rustle in this sleepless heat -

deep in this sudden solitude complete?

Is it a kinship that perhaps I've found

with nature when it stretches far around -

discovered in this stumbled-on retreat?

I do not know; and yet I can't remember


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Two Springs

Two springs we drink from, since the days we met:

one is a silver stream – a draught brings joy,

transports me far to fields that never cloy,

where drowsed on flowers, I would time forget;

nearby – the next brings sorrow and regret:

turns fire to ice – turns to a scornful toy

a former love, whose charms now just annoy -

turns days awry, by sudden storms upset.

One lake of p...

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On Visiting the Aosta Valley

To add more notes to birdsongs would – I know -

only mar the passing hearer's bliss,

more hues just cloy the glory of the rainbow;

monarchs crowned would little gain or miss

if crowned once more for show – while here below

this scene is such that art I can dismiss.

Tranquil it sits in winter's parting chill:

the shops and cafes of the village seem

drowsy with sleep; surroun...

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Could I Cast Spells

Could I cast spells – antique and gilded cup -

clay guardian - whose tableaux chronicle

these fishermen their sea-nets lifting up,

these foxes eyeing gleans in baskets full -

clay man-at-arms - that battles time's keen edge,

that shields from its advance this pastoral scene

of two pale youths in rivalry to pledge

their hearts to her that tends the orchard green -

could I ca...

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Old Tales I Have Turned

Old tales of knights and honour I have turned:

sat at baronial tables, seen a hall -

through plots I've overheard – now rise, now fall -

spied cloistered sighs, felt pangs of lovers spurned;

breathed thin-high epic airs - watched cities burned,

while noble foes charged to the trumpet's call -

yet there's a volume I most prize of all,

within whose breathing leaves much more I'v...

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Thoughts on Home While Abroad

England – I never thought I'd feel

this need for damp and milder days;

abroad I roam yet wish to steal

                         from tiring rays.


Empty these southern climes now seem;

empty the sun, the sea, the leisure,

these passing souls. This former dream

                         brings no more pleasure.


These shedding leaves announce September -

the birds ...

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To Liberty

With scanty roots upon an earthen stove

you sup by homely hearth; for long you dwell

within this city, sip its public well -

they call you Liberty; for you they strove -

these citizens – and sought you to betrove.

Hushed now these streets have grown. Hear you that knell -

see you these swollen limbs that plague foretell,

like wildfire reaching cloister, square and grove.

A ...

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Down on The Heath

Down on the heath I met my lover, by arches strewn with vines and flowers;

we kissed each other, then took cover, from skies portending April showers.

Well I remember then I said – as evening fell so still and solemn - 

that 'flames will out, if too much fed' - as shadows grew around each column.


Down on the beach I met my lover, beneath the slate-skies of November;

I took her ...

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The Garden Toad

One morning in my garden - as the mist

dissolved – a thousand apples ripe and gold

I eager saw, that hung from boughs of gold.

I pondered which to eat, when through the mist -


there squatting in the stiff and frozen grass -

I saw a thing – still as the dead – a toad.

I stood as still for long, until that toad

fled suddenly, and hid within the grass.


Though then th...

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On Seeing Manchester at Dawn

The sky's as charmless as a filthy rag -

as daylight breaks, the traffic shuffles filed;

pavements are tired and littered, bins are piled,

the clay-like Sun's first smiles with sadness sag.

The city's ragged as a vagrant hag,

and seems a lightless land for souls exiled -

yet somehow by this sight I am beguiled,

my spirits roused that in dejection drag.

I did not see - so hu...

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