Poems By Letter I

In A Soho Garden

I have a secret servant…

I built myself a house of wood…

I have wasted the day…

I Know A Hidden Field....

I just stepped out…

I am listening, now...'

I love the French — the bastards…

In Flight

After a cancer scare, flying from Mustique to Britain

I Have Two Children Now

I plucked all the cherries…

I fear the wind...'

It Will Be The Leaves