In The Poetry

My wife, to whom I’ve been married since 1955, rather ruefully says now and again that I don’t seem to have written any real love poems for her, or not for a very long time. Here’s about as close as I can get to a love poem. (She does like this one.)

Together, Apart

Too [...]

I’ll end with a poem which, quite often, when I give a poetry reading, I end with – I don’t quite know why, it seems to be a sort of little credo of mine.

Simple Poem

I shall make it simple so you understand.
Making it simple will make it clear for me.
When you have read it, take [...]

I think I’ve said already that I feel myself that I’m an archaeologist manque – certainly I’m terribly keen on picking things up off the ground, particularly interested in pottery, and the next poem is about picking up a piece of pottery, but it’s also I think about the past and ones fascination with the [...]