The Power of Nature
The lone and level sands stretch far away,
There hung a darkness, call it solitude,
But nothing happens.
Sink walls in rock and roof them with good slates,
Fine slips from grocery shops
That say how much was sold
and thinned to be transparent.
And sometimes, she said, he must have wondered,
Which had been the better way to die,
There once was a country … I left it as a child.
The Power of Humans
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone,
In every cry of every man,
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
We are prepared: we build our houses squat,
With living tissue, raise a structure,
But now I checking out me own history
I carving out me identity.
The Power of Conflict
Reel’d from the sabre stroke
Since we believe not otherwise can kind fires burn,
Nor ever suns smile true on child, or field, or fruit.
In bewilderment them he almost stopped
His bloody life in my bloody hands,
He earns his living and they do not care.
The Power of Individuality
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
Worked with a dim and undetermined sense,
In what cold clockwork of the stars and the nations
One of my mates goes by
In his darkroom he is finally alone
Leaned against it like a wishbone
It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants
Full of powerful incantations.
The Power of Loss
I wander through each chartered street
The poignant misery of dawn begins to grow …
Three days before Armistice Sunday
But in my memory of it is sunlight-clear
For it seems I never saw it in that November
Till gradually we too learned
to be silent, to live as though
he had never returned, that this
was no longer the father we loved.
After P B Shelley, W Blake, W Wordsworth, R Browning, W Owen, S Heaney, T Hughes,
S Armitage, J Weir, C A Duffy, I Dharker, C Rumens, B Garland, J Agard