(a suburb in copenhagen)

tense on hands and one knee
is about to spring

I start out with him as gesture
he sprints for the sun
and leaves me to the lapping of my leisure

Around the cool
lake where boats wait upon reeds
as in a Chinese scroll

A ripple of the gull’s cry
expands, flies with the wind
across a clear sky

Anglers fishing for the sun
catch him scaly
squirming but oh golden

Two stately swans
glide towards the middle isle
drawing the blue expanse

by Robert Yeo
from Coming Home, Baby (1971)


SELECTED POEMS: “Election 1976” >