English poetry

Poems in English

For Sidney Bechet

That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate […]

No Road

Since we agreed to let the road between us Fall to disuse, And bricked our gates up, planted trees to […]

Love Again

Love again: wanking at ten past three (Surely he’s taken her home by now?), The bedroom hot as a bakery, […]


Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park, The crowns […]

Mother, Summer, I

My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark […]

This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with […]

Best Society

When I was a child, I thought, Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, […]

The Spirit Wooed

Once I believed in you, And then you came, Unquestionably new, as fame Had said you were. But that was […]


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 […]

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