English poetry

Poems in English


Suspended lion face Spilling at the centre Of an unfurnished sky How still you stand, And how unaided Single stalkless […]

High Windows

When I see a couple of kids And guess he’s fucking her and she’s Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, […]

The Trees

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is […]

I Remember, I Remember

Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men […]

Love, We Must Part Now

Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too […]

Cut Grass

Cut grass lies frail: Brief is the breath Mown stalks exhale. Long, long the death It dies in the white […]


Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky […]


A stationary sense… as, I suppose, I shall have, till my single body grows Inaccurate, tired; Then I shall start […]

Like The Train’s Beat

Like the train’s beat Swift language flutters the lips Of the Polish airgirl in the corner seat, The swinging and […]

Reasons For Attendance

The trumpet’s voice, loud and authoritative, Draws me a moment to the lighted glass To watch the dancers – all […]

The North Ship

Legend I saw three ships go sailing by, Over the sea, the lifting sea, And the wind rose in the […]


Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A […]

The Old Fools

What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It’s more […]

Essential Beauty

In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen […]

First Sight

Lambs that learn to walk in snow When their bleating clouds the air Meet a vast unwelcome, know Nothing but […]

Faith Healing

Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly […]


Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are, As bribes to teach them how to execute Sixteen […]

A Study Of Reading Habits

When getting my nose in a book Cured most things short of school, It was worth ruining my eyes To […]

Annus Mirabilis

Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (which was rather late for me) – Between the end of the Chatterley ban […]

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