When I Was Young I Listened To The Rain On
the Towers of Song: Red candles glowed through thin gauze curtains, Bedroom curtains, all night long. In my prime of life, I listened to the rain On the roof of a boat: From the......
Backwater
Tonight, at Eastern Slope, I wined too well; Half-sobered up; and then got drunk once more. Home around midnight, bang, bang, bang at the gate Brought no response but the......
The Role Of Drum
Robert Loder A GOOD-LOOKING CORPSE by Mike Nichol Secker, £17.99, pp. 401 T he impact of Henry Nxumalo's articles and the accompanying photographs of labour conditions in the......
In His Short Reed-cape That Old Man In His Boat
Looks like some hedgehog floating on a duck As, under river-skies and far from home, He fishes, fishes, fishes without luck. For the fish, deep-burrowed into winter mud, Lie......
Last Night, Among The Pines, I Was Weaving-drunk. `but How
badly drunk?', I asked some passing tree. When it lurched with a kindly offer of its trunk To steady my steps, I shoved it away from me.......
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