Poems by Ian Emberson
Samuel Palmer prepares to etch " The Lonely Tower ".
... which cut deep furrows to hold the harvest's sheen ...
When it was autumn in Eden
... the fruit - the guilt - and then the banishing sword ...
West Riding
... ( dogs rush to greet the friends not there ) ...
Aloneness
... hears echoes of many seasit hears the calling of gulls ...
Moorland pool
... the white-limbed clouds trapezing still ...
Danse macabre
... And said : " I am come - for your final flirt " , ...
Violence ( Goya "The Third of May 1808")
... that life still has its treasuries to open ...
At the grave of Anastasia Baluk Cross Stone
... and what the final chapterthat led to this skull in the earth ...
A Weed is a flower in the wrong place
... but seeing as youre a weed in the wrong place ...
Spires of the fireweed .
... Or when with black you spike the sunsets dream, ...
Lingering by the doorway of the woods
... trance door she was there when I went in with the library trolley : she was there when I came out ...
