More favourite passages: As clouds swell to damply fill gaps in mountains, so in Illness we sense, solidly, our entrails expanding to stuff That space of our innerness just feebly imagined before. * The sorrows brood inside our purplish spleens, barriers That check dark moods of sultry bile by segregating it Where it can't seep to hurt us. Anatomised emotion. from "The patient who had no insides" A moon in daylight, whitest blue on blue, surprises briefly, to appear surreal u

I've been relishing this book and include some of my favourite passages here, with a second selection to follow in a few days. Read from the hymnal of frank life--of how to be old, yet never rehearse that fact cosily. end of "Tree seen from bed" I can manage being alone, can pace out convivial hope across my managing ground. opening of "Under the answering sky" (a brilliant poem) Dusk, crossroads, walker, flats, night. That rapid wordless halt bewilders me. Now evening will h