Simon Pitchforth

I make the netted sunbeam dance, against my sandy shallows

Simon Pitchforth

In shroud of dust and fallow upon those white arcades

Simon Pitchforth

And Snow Disfigured the Public Statues

Simon Pitchforth

Out of the wasteland your every phantom marks time

Simon Pitchforth

By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown, Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Simon Pitchforth

Something in the sight, adjusts itself to midnight

Simon Pitchforth

...and the greasy sky streaks with blue flashes tracing your name in all directions

Simon Pitchforth

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk, only the old remembered pictures

Simon Pitchforth

Permitted desolations, comfort mine. No earthly friend being near me.

Simon Pitchforth

Prolong'd; nor knew, although not less, alone than thou, their loneliness

Simon Pitchforth

And I have learnt to lift my face, reminded how earth's greenest place

Simon Pitchforth

Admirer as I think I am, of stars that do not give a damn

Simon Pitchforth

They come from tears that are not mine

Simon Pitchforth

Sail among the shades, like vaporous shapes half-seen

Simon Pitchforth

The sun's occasional print, the brisk brief worry of wheels

Simon Pitchforth

But still, like air, I'll rise

Simon Pitchforth

The lone and level sands stretch far away

Simon Pitchforth

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

Simon Pitchforth

Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception

Simon Pitchforth

Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover

Simon Pitchforth