Drink to me

Everything you can imagine is real

Sweet Thames run softly

The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

Summertime

Phlebas the Phoenician... forgot the cry of the gulls, and the deep sea swell

Till human voices wake us

That is not what I meant, at all.

Recycling

You say I am repeating something I said before.

The weak pipe

If you do not come too close

The Abdul Hasib ibn Burd Diptych

Clay cannot be superior to fire.