There are some of my father’s poems that always feel right. For me, his deeply lyrical sense is at its most affecting when held within a poetic framework. One of the most strongly felt poems Coming Into The Clyde is…
There are some of my father’s poems that always feel right. For me, his deeply lyrical sense is at its most affecting when held within a poetic framework. One of the most strongly felt poems Coming Into The Clyde is…
Sweet solitude, my supple slave,
Delicious concubine
From this rock spine, not three feet wide,
Rivers of a continent divide
Twelve foot’s the rise and fall
Of barometric Man
Brother fare well, journeying to that Kingdom
Of faithful servants, and of work fulfilled