The air is active, intervening.
And divisible. A girl passes.
Whatever were the higher trespasses.
With me, if you might, goddess -
Heart-throbs, though bereft.
Became a requirement, but rare, still.
England’s cold as water ice-boxed;
The tidy, mean machination?
Across vales and lakes here
Descends. A thought drafts up,
Were allowed by rigorous testing.
I want so much to bunch the lamps
Of white roses, glowing in a vase
Todd Swift is Oxfam Poet In Residence (Great Britain), Poetry Editor for Nthposition online magazine, a Visiting Lecturer in Creative Writing at Kingston University, and a Core Tutor for The Poetry School. He is the editor of many anthologies, such as 100 Poets Against The War (Salt, 2003) and four of his own poetry books have been published, most recently Winter Tennis (DC Books, 2007). Poems of his have appeared in Cordite, Jacket, New American Writing, Poetry Review, Snorkel, and The Wolf, among others.
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