There's a nip in the air these days.
Time for self-improvement.
In evening class, some nights
Look inward to God,
Look outward to God,
Dunno about you (that’s why
I’m writing this poem) but
it’s the noun thing, ‘poet’: as if
you’re simultaneously committing yourself
who does not wish, openly or secretly,
to meet it, in some quiet place?
even a secret image in the mind's dead index
of those materialists who
The defence of free speech -
glorious battle without end.
We even must defend
I didn't wave anything at the Queen
when I saw her leaving an official reception
sitting bolt upright in the car,
still, pale, exhausted,
Did they already have the image of that creature
grazing deep within their heart and mind
before the day when it revealed itself, gentle, sweet and mild,
living its life of glorious detachment,
The veterans of the last time
die off one by one
with a smile
and bitter memories
But hold on a minute –
who set this league up?
Is it a fair game? Are the teams