He’d not so much as twitched an eyelid
They heard, too, a distant thudding noise
Finally a horn sounded from the marshes
But they were off on a river cruise today
Why do I encounter them everywhere I go?
And what form does Gravity take, that gives it this astonishing power of streaming through the solid earth?
In truth I am no gentleman, though I can be a gentle man
I said it before, sir, you are a gentle man
Once it is before my mind’s eye, I may see it as if it were there, and describe it
I beg your pardon?
I see incontrovertible signs of nakedness in her
His eyes were great luminous ice-balls hanging in space
Modest. Nothing gaudy
This produced a brief but profound silence
What the hell are you doing?
Why is everything I am conjuring up in black-and-white?
She turns to me with a smile and rubs her eyes with the back of her hand
It’s just great to see you again
For some reason, the background seems to have gone silent
You don’t remember me, do you?
Dead of winter, icy roads, wind blowing sideways across the empty cornfields
He feels a great weight pressing down on his head
You go past the same scenery time after time, but you don’t see it
These half and quarter truths were the best words he had ever spoken
His head was full of maths and girlfriends, physics and drinking
I was myself here, able to see things singly and plainly
I stood and looked, I was always looking
He didn’t want to know who we were
He stared into the wall at the far end of the room
Low skies and bare trees, hardly a soul to be seen
We were two sombre boys hunched in our coats, grim winter settling in
Do you really think it will go unnoticed?
At any rate, the Wheel has now turned again
My life has been uneventful by comparison
A smile might have played round my lips
For confusion is a kind of bewitchment
Pay attention, that’s all. Notice things
Connect what you’ve noticed. Connect it into a picture
You could not extract the Philosophic Mercury from gold
And I am not in the mood to be tender and conciliatory just now
Gold and silver will appear in our coffers as if by magic
I have begun thinking like an Alchemist
There are ragged bandit gangs all over the place
I do not know the nature of your involvement with this
That? It is a hole in the wall, a niche, a dovecote
I confess that I was observing through the window
In coming weeks, I’ll be moving around quite a bit
It makes me worry that you are about to get in trouble again
Does anyone else here in London have dough?
It felt as if it had been stung by a bee
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