It is the story of the falling rain …
Alice Oswald
This is what happened …
Very small and damaged and quite dry, …
This is the day the flies fall awake mid-sentence …
I heard a cough …
It's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled out and wasted off, looped back, macerated, digested, clarified and returned to the river. I'm used to the idea. I fork the screenings out—a stink-mass of loopaper and whathaveyou, rags, cotton buds, you name it. I measure the intake through a flume and if there's too much, I waste it off down the stormflow, it's not my problem. …
Good God! …
She could be any woman at all, …
It is said that after losing his wife, Orpheus was torn to …
Three people in the snow …
Born on Monday and a tiny …
Various stars. Various kings. …