Against the western sea margin
Where the hills stand, mist gray or heather studded,
Spring drenched or primrose budded: We stood there
You & one other & I.
...
I am held within
the landscape;
a dream within
the mind;
...
Beyond the high valley
The sun went down
And whether it was joy or pain,
...
I stood in the town,
Constrained,
In the drizzle:
Houses cluttered round me.
...
I am the tree
Through which the sap flows.
I am the pipe
...
People and Landscape
Some people stay,
In the landscape.
...
Richmond,
I sat on the hill tonight
And I thought of you, still & cold,
Crumpled under the stars;
...