The W. H. Auden documentaries as part of the poetry season on BBC4 have inspired me to write a few poems again. This was inspired by W. H. Auden's isolated later years in Oxford.
Mountain Top
Here, the air is clear.
I see everyone, their heads,
and lives below.
This height
where I reside alone.
I see love.
I see it.
My shadows reply to my great things,
and I smile, as I chatter
to the few from the crowd
that speak a casual line
at my cloud.
