Some of these poems are now part of a collection of poems that I know I’ll read again and again through the coming years. (I was going to write “some of these poems are now engraved on my heart,” but I thought you’d say “What?” )
Anyway…I’m really pleased that I now have permission to share my favourite one of them here, with you:
Everything is Going to be All Right
How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.
from New Collected Poems (2011) by kind permission of The Gallery Press