Stalwart under setting sun she waits in the ancient gateway for the tired and [...]

Martin Bates, born in Lancashire in 1935. He lives in Scotland. Several collections of poetry [...]

  The city is old, wet and gray. The city is blooming with faces. The [...]

  The yard is filled with barnacles Today.  How did they get there? The sea, [...]

for Hannah   And now we are Joy-riding Over an eclipse! In the rhombus Of [...]

  Salubrious imp, I thought of the years unpassing, Sleeping.  My dreams sent me to [...]

  The globe's skin, the poet's hand Over it.  The bruised heart slinks Away.  The [...]

  Quand même à force il faudra bien se résigner à l’incommensurable et valider les [...]

  combien de temps combien de pages avant la blessure du soir combien de pluies [...]

  il se fit un silence d’environ  mille souffles le temps pour une enfance d’imprégner [...]