Cows Under a Tree

There is a shadow round the tree; It shelters seven cows and me. The seven cows have fourteen eyes, Which view me with a grave surmise. Three legs, they think, would be too few; how does this creature stand on two? There are, or so I calculate, Some thirty legs among us eight- Say, three … Continue reading Cows Under a Tree


The Serpent’s Gallstone

(A graduate of Manchester University looks back.) I STUDIED in a dark Victorian pile, Murky with yellow lamps by mocking day. In its black courtyard- wrenched from the stiff clay When it was built- a stone, the shade of bile, Stood on a plinth, like a blunt- ended style Pointing obliquely at the sodden grey. … Continue reading The Serpent’s Gallstone