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NIGHT CROSSING Below us the channel shifts In massive unseen currents And everywhere the engine's throbbing Thuds over the sea's cold roar, So heart cannot be heard, And the skin lies chill. Up here, petrol-sick, I blink, vexed In the feeble and unwelcome lights: Is she sleeping now? And...

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown. Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons. (It's about a young mother rising in the...

CHESS The squares are white and black, like day and night, The simple cells of regular routine; But people them with pawn, knight, bishop, queen, And focus shifts to unrelenting fight, Alive with artful possibility, With combinations, judo of the mind; Engaging patterns lift from daily grind...