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   I The clouds of famine with loathsome stink in the glitter of the sunlight, withering flesh on bones, making beauty a disgusting thing. Breasts that were firm, upstanding, ropes hanging to rib [...]

The first rule is to pacify the wives if you’re presented as the golden hope at the office party. You’re pure of heart, but know the value of your youthful looks. Someone comments on your lovely [...]

I found it among curios and silver, in the pureness of wintry light. A woman painted on a leaf. Fine lines drawn on a veined surface in a handmade frame. This is not my face. Neither did I draw [...]

I She has the cement that joins us as a people again. The foundations are hers, and beneath her the drains of our blood Run through her underground mystery. The rocks have been raised In order, a [...]

A thrush beats a snail against a stone. Two black necks of cormorants cross like wands. Cold light bounds on the far grassy fold, a horse of light, frisking and untamed. Alone. I’ve paid for [...]

I say farewell to English verse, to those I found in English nets: my Lorca holding out his arms to love the beauty of his bullets, Pasternak who outlived Stalin and died because of lesser [...]

To live in Wales is to be conscious At dusk of the spilled blood That went to the making of the wild sky, Dyeing the immaculate rivers In all their courses. It is to be aware, Above the noisy [...]

(I heard how the scent of the tree filled Baghdad during the Gulf War, its oil being used to cook with in the absence of electricity.) Before I saw it in Lisboa it was only a name to me — the [...]

for Zelda Fitzgerald Out the window of the art room      — a rose-colored sunset. For a few moments all the scattered, lonesome shards fuse together, fired at the extremities with a coral blush. [...]