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The Intervening
My father died ten years ago today.
How faint the feeling is, a veil of grey.

What happens to our grief? It sinks below
To homo ferus, speech mattered
less than pulling fangs of frost-
Rusalky. Instead, he grew a pelage.
Summer Doves
Hush hour. Saffron light.
Once, twice
their beaks epée:
Callimachus's Contrast
The muddy, raging torrent,
the droplet of pure water -
Anne, do you remember?
Here, on Brighton beach,
The First Place I Remember
Is a Gower seaside suburb,
Little streets up from the bay
To Clyne Common, built on now,
Hand in hand with my mother
An Old English Master
Tenniel could have etched
him into my mind: claw nose, half-
crown spectacles and thin lips' dab
turning the page. I hear the chock
The Visitors
Which bird brings us summer?
The swallow does, from deepest Mauritania:
we are its far Thule.
It screeches solstice evenings
Lost Child
It's an air raid siren,
red alert. Face slapped
Jabberwock, all maw, she howls.
My heart jumps to. I catch
Those Dreams I Was Telling You About
I am running away, to start with
From a plane crash, or a plague,
Faster, faster, just
To stay aloft; then wheeling,
Ultima Thule
South, down the spine
of the Atlantic is the pilgrimage
to Bouvetoya,
the island three continents banished.

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