THIRTYARDS

But that is not the question. What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the...

Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put...

May

When I looked down from the bridgeTrout were flipping the skyInto smithereens, the stonesOf the wall warmed me. Wading green stems, lugs of leafThat untangle and bruise(Their tiny gushers of juice)My...

8

I thought of walking round and round a space Utterly empty, utterly a source Where the decked chestnut tree had lost its place In our front hedge above the wallflowers. The...

somethings are more important than others