from Cabbage Gardens

The past will overtake alien force our house formed of my mind to enter explorer in a forest of myself for all my learning Solitude quiet and quieter fringe of trees by a river bridges black on the deep the heaving sea a watcher stands to see her ship winging away Thick noises merge in moonlight dark ripples dissolving and defining spheres and snares Place of importance as in the old days stood on the ramparts of the fort the open sea outside alone with water-birds and cattle knee-deep in a stream grove of reeds herons watching from the bank henges whole fields honeycombed with souterrains human bones through the gloom whose sudden mouth surrounded my face a thread of blue around the coast feathery moon eternity swallows up time peaceable as foam O cabbage gardens summer’s elegy sunset survived