Category: Poetry

When the child was a child  It walked with its arms swinging, …

   Aleister Crowley – The May Queen It is summer and sun…

Carpe Noctem There is no future, there is no more past No…

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;…

Velvet soft the night-star glowed  Over the untrodden road,  Through the giant…

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,  From joy the holy branches start…

  There lived a remarkably grizzled man on the uttermost, barren isle….

In late winter I sometimes glimpse bits of steam coming up from…

Who Are you Who is born In the next room So loud…

Black crosses in white snow stooped in rain, awry. Here came the…