Oh dear
How many times these days I say those words, Muttering them quietly under my breath Or petulantly as the telephone…
Language
And when I landed in America, aged ten, I knew the language was the same. And yet At once the…
Time to Go
Feeling my age, too soon too tired, Whatever gifts I had no more required, I am a hireling called in…
The Colours of London
(after Yoshio Markino, 1911) Colours of women, a grey-veiled pink, a bloom Fading to yellow, stippled, dust-hung, flecked Soot startling…
