You Are Like Nobody Since I Love

I Grew Up In This Town, My Poetry Was Born Between The Hill And The River, It Took Its Voice From The Rain, And Like The Timber, It Steeped Itself In The Forests.

Under Your Skin The Moon Is Alive.

White Bee, Even When You Are Gone You Buzz In My Soul You Live Again In Time, Slender And Silent.

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?

Your House Sounds Like A Train At Midday, The Wasps Buzz, The Saucepans Sing, The Waterfall Enumerates The Deeds Of The Dew . . .