Poems by Francis Scarfe
Cats
... And stretches in the sun and yawns, or licks the rings ...
Ode in Honour
... the mountains and fountains the antique windows of space, ...
Progression
... In an ignorant sleep, and things will be what they seem ...
The Grotto
... That rolled like colts between our shining knees, ...
The Merry Window
... for her the sewers shrieked their way through London ...
Tyne Dock
... Where bulls kicked sparks with dying feet, ...
The Clock
... For the clock of suffering that kept, twelve years ...
The Window
... No, it would not be wise to throw the window wide ...
Kitchen Poem
... Feelings stretched drum-tight on the grid of thought ...
