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I lie and imagine a first light gleam in the bay
After one more night of erosion and nearer the grave,
Then stand and gaze from the window at break of day
As a shearwater skims the ridge of an incoming wave;
A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford
Even now there are places where a thought might grow —
Peruvian mines, worked out and abandoned
To a slow clock of condensation,
An echo trapped for ever, and a flutte
A Swim in Co. Wicklow
The only reality is the perpetual flow of vital energy.
Spindrift, crustacean patience
and a gust of ozone,
Aphrodite's Pool
I dive and rise in an explosion of spindrift
and drift to a turtle-faced inflatable raft -
evening, Cyclades, one cloud in the azure,
a brain-scan light-show swarming on blue tiles,
Auden On St. Mark's Place
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Hail, floppy-slippered bear of St. Mark's Place!
I seem to glimpse your cheesy, limestone face
Lapis Lazuli
(for Harry Clifton)

A whole night-sky that serves as a paperweight,
this azure block blown in from the universe
Courtyards in Delft
Oblique light on the trite, on brick and tile-
Immaculate masonry, and everywhere that
Water tap, that broom and wooden pail
To keep it so. House-proud, the wives
The Thunder Shower
A blink of lightning, then
a rumor, a grumble of white rain
growing in volume, rustling over the ground,
After the Titanic
They said I got away in a boat
And humbled me at the inquiry. I tell you
I sank as far that night as any
Hero. As I sat shivering on the dark water
(for James Simmons)

I wake in a dark flat
To the soft roar of the world.

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