‘Oh for I have seen the light – and it is but a simple dream’
Portsmouth – Brighton – portsmouth
June 17th
Evening Poem on my returning
Music
makes
me cry
Sweeter
Tears
Than
Those
Conjured
With
Harsh
Words from
Bitter
Tongues
Morning Poem on my leaving
Steel sky
Reflects
The green
Reed
Margin
Edged
With earthen
Hollow base
Synchronus
Crows
Passover
Minor meres
Quiet ripple
Bound but only
momentarily
