Never have I seen
sadder eyes than Laika’s,
never so lost a look!
Paddling with her soft paws
...
Two places you made inseparable:
Tate Gallery, where we met
and Hyde Park, where we kissed.
...
In a frenzy
of swishing washing crushing
sounds of the waves,
tempted by the cries of seagulls
...
As I was taking your clothes
out of our maiden wardrobe,
this dress is yours, so are the socks,
...
I discarded many words
I don’t need any more,
like old clothes.
So the things, names,
...
While April spell-spills
its cold rains
upon our lost and dismal,
ever sleeping heads,
...
I rejoice in Joyce
while you watch
Lancaster flying fortresses
dropping bombs over Dresden,
...
My dreams are not as used to,
they are now virtual.
All I have to do
is rotate the Earth
...
There are so many trees in poetry,
so many birds
and so much love,
the world is almost Heaven -
...