There's Not A Good Poet I Know

I Look And Look, / As Though I Could Be Saved Simply By Looking

Mysteries, Like The Masonic Rites, Are Ones Parents And Elders Are Sworn Not To Reveal To The Uninitiated, Which Include All Children. And So We Sought For Signs.

I'm Filled With Admiration, Delight, And Gratitude At Discovering James Lasdun's Poems In A Jump Start. He Has Wit, Speed, Intelligence, A Keen Eye, Precision, And Imagination Of A High Order.

Poetry Operates By Hints And Dark Suggestions. It Is Full Of Secrets And Hidden Formulae, Like A Witch's Brew.

If The Heart Has Its Reasons, Perhaps The Body Has Its Own Lumbering Sort Of Carnal Spirit, Felt In The Tingling Bruises Of Collision, And Known To Captains As Esprit De Corps.