I How peaceful can coexistence be? Chilling the blush of the rose Drawing faint heat from its cheeks The crystalline coldness melts Unique designs are lost. This trinity is miracle enough Beetle, Bud, Ice. What god would intervene? This the majestic cruel purpose? II Snowing again I trudge across our street …
Thaw follows frost; hard on the heel of spring Treads summer sure to die, for hard on hers Comes autumn with his apples scattering; Then back to wintertide, when nothing stirs. (A. E. Housman’s translation of Horace Odes 4.7) _______________ GAYTHORNE ROAD, WEST BOWLING As a boy in Bradford, I lived just 100 …
Each a good egg or an empty shell What can these portraits silently tell Something of culture or civilization These wafer-thin waifs sans fertilization? Storm in an eggcup – Lear and his clown – One’s kept his Motley, one’s lost his crown. There’s drama revealed in all …
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