"Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs"
"Time let me hail and climb"
"I was prince of the apple towns:
"In the sun that is young once only/Time let me play and be"
Poem in October:
"My birthday began with the water -"
"Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name"
"I saw in the turning so clearly a child's/Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother"
"That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine./These were the woods the river and sea"
"A recession of skills."
"Needlework, knitted caps, baskets, all worthy, all well done"
"Back now to autumn, leaving the ended husk/Of summer that brought them here for Show Saturday"
"Not noticing how time's rolling smithy-smoke/Shadows much greater gestures"
"Let it always be there."
"We can always escape in the car"
"As earth will always respond/However we mess it about"
"And that will be England gone"
"Once I am sure there's nothing going on"
"And what remains when disbelief has gone?"
"A serious house on serious earth it is,/In whose blent air all our complusions meet"
"If only that so many dead lie round."
In a Garden:
"Sickness for Eden was so strong"
"I visited the place where we last met./Nothing was changed"
"It was because the place was just the same/That made your absense seem a savage force"
"Over the surging tides and the mountain kingdoms"
"This spirit, this power, this holder together of space"
U A Fanthorpe
"First you dismantle the landscape."
"And earth/Stripped of its future, tilted/Into meaning"
"Listen/To the past's long pulse."
"These will guide us/Through the slow dream of winter."
"Sacrificed beetroots/Display their bleeding hearts."
"Persephone's fruits utter where they have been,/Where we are going."
"Waiting to take over. I remember before."
"Humanity goes out/Like a light"
Birds All Singing:
"Or so we are told -"
"But tantalise and transfigure the morning air"
"And man, with straws of singing in his hair,/Strolls in his Bedlam"
An ordinary day:
"whichever was the truth of it."
"my mind observed to me, or I to it"
"how extraordinary ordinary/things are, like the nature of the mind/and the process of observing."
"A proletarian bird."
"watch him happily flying/on the O-levels and A-levels/of the air."
A Kumquat for John Keats:
"Melancholy dwelled inside Delight"
"he'd bite just once and then apostrophize... how the fruit had all/the qualities of fruit before the Fall,/but in the next few lines be forced to write/how Eve's apple tasted on the second bite"
"sweet pulp and sour skin -/Or was it sweet outside, and sour within?"
"crunching kumquats, thinking, as he eats/the flesh, the juice, the pith, the pips, the peel,/that this is how a full life ought to feel."