A Marvellous Garden the garden is a luscious lover crushed wine on lips the dark-eyed junco's throat full of whistles and trills the walnut tree’s throbbing roots and flower-tipped branches spice beds the scent of jasmine on stone   ‘it is the purest of humane pleasures’ the windchime’s tinkling brass   the honeyed bees’ amaranthine drone amorous perfumes in a bloodhot sun venus fly waspish purring hum avian shrieks carnivorous  triffids dart out as you pass, a lashing sting

Sailing to Bermuda (with Andrew Marvell) Selected images stand as themselves: not in a living but in an enamelled world -- Raymond Williams A godly remnant in an English boat on a mazy sea row to the new world with the old one in their laps. They sing songs of Eden replanted, of prelapsarian nights and greener days, of a milk and honeyed land where eternal spring enamels everything and the shores are slick with amber. Where lacquered melons fall at our feet, a