Four Poems from Triple Poetry (1970)

Gently 

The haze

Encircles

Cloys

Dissolves all

In a breath

Of night.

It is sleep

Now,

As gentle	Outside tall of night			

As sun		And height of moon

In arbour	To mellow forthwith gloom		

Easing pain.	Smile upon a bay of countryside.

		There, where periphery extends

		To a bank of black cloud,

		Which falls over horizon

		With spatter of spume

		To shine in glow of sultry moon,

				Hark -in the distance-
				Voices
					of those
				Who came to entrance
				Who came to enhance	
				The advance of good
				For good and only
				Good.
				They ask:
				       How did you do?
				       And you do?
				Break your slumber
				       and answer.

				(Praeludium)