Talent
'I think she'd die
poetry
Transformation (on hearing Beethoven's Eroica played in Church)
He hangs in the temple with his arms spread apart.
Words for Three Singers (Poems from a Sequence)
He woke in the manger with his arms spready apart
Stone
Stone is the vision
They Said
They said, 'The 18th Century'
The Sun
Oh, Sun, your great eye
Poem
We talked about old age but I have found
On Time
There will be no later. Time's subtlety is this,
A Rich Silken Fabric
A rich silken fabric with a flowered pattern,
The White Telephone
Asked why love?
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