James Lasdun Poems

What's there to say? We didn't care for him much,
and you can't exactly commiserate
with someone you don't just not love
...

I'm talking to you old man.
Listen to me as you step inside this garden
to fill a breakfast bowl with blueberries
ripened on the bushes I'm planting now,
...

It isn't me, he'd say,
stepping out of a landscape
that offered, he'd thought, the backdrop
...

They peopled landscapes casually like trees,
being there richly, never having gone there,
and whether clanning in cities or village-thin stands
...