English poetry

Poems in English

The North Ship

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

Dublinesque

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 […]

Breadfruit

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 […]

Send No Money

Standing under the fobbed Impendent belly of Time Tell me the truth, I said, Teach me the way things go. […]

Home Is So Sad

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped in the comfort of the last to go As […]

The Importance Of Elsewhere

Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home, Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech, Insisting so on difference, […]

Water

If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water. Going to church Would entail […]

Mr Bleaney

‘This was Mr Bleaney’s room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.’ Flowered […]

Nothing To Be Said

For nations vague as weed, For nomads among stones, Small-statured cross-faced tribes And cobble-close families In mill-towns on dark mornings […]

Poetry Of Departures

Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound […]

Ambulances

Closed like confessionals, they thread Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, […]

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