When I remember boyhood dreams I’m sad

That all I would accomplish was not done.

‘Not all’? I might more truthfully say...

Sans toi je mors, ma chère, ma chère

Si te me quitte, le monde, c’est rien;

Mon Coeur...

I do predict the evening primrose stays

Alive in some last blooms to make for you

(And me) a sudden remake of the ray....

On this still Sunday afternoon,

My love lies down to rest.

Brentford, sing her a soothing tune...

Whether for sex or comfort,

Oh, cuddle me! of course I’m like a child,

Look at me, big sixty...

You’re out there in the peopled world

Bobbing heads crowd your fair face

You sit in tunnels and in buses...

All the fine fire sun sends down.

The leaving green, the heaving sea, the air 

Cool as a dream of snow in Africa...

We live in a wild tangle: spider plants,

Joy, easy chairs, their day long had,

A plethora of cats...

In Fulham full of misery

I had a friend, I had a choice: 

Two parts in Scotland, offered me...

Through the drawn curtain

Daylight seems to gleam,

Saying...