POEMS
Charles Tomlinson
MACCHU PICCHU
All day, the weight of heat and then
Evening brings-in the thunder-heads:
A moving mountain leads their cavalcade
Of silent herds, decaying and re-forming,
And the mountain, too, toils, trails
Across the view of empty upper-sky
A whole high geography: foot-hills
Hollows, vales and forests follow
The world-in-making of this awakened height
That seeps up massively and darkly clear,
Through the more - or is it less - than human light,
Like an inkblot spread-out magnified:
Forest climbs with the piling crag:
The single bird that dips before it
Seems astray from there and flies to say
That Macchu Picchu has been dispossessed
Even of its houses, its stone shells'
Pure prospect of a dwelling place
And the storm that is rising will efface the rest .
Andrew Harvey
NO DIAMONDS, NO HAT, NO HONEY
1.
"Where shall I hide from Lydia," I cry,
"Not even Leviathan has a belly
Large and sea-sunken enough ..
On the tallest tower of Babylon
