Collected Love Poems. Brian Patten
Apart Together in Her Bed We Lay
Towards Evening and Tired of the Place
The Morning’s Got a Sleepy Head
You Come to Me Quiet as Rain Not Yet Fallen
You Missed the Sunflowers at Their Height
Probably It Is Too Early in the Morning
Near the Factory Where They Make the Lilac Perfume
Because There Were No Revelations at Hand
I Caught a Train that Passed the Town Where You Lived
The Bee’s Last Journey to the Rose
If Words Were More Her Medium than Touch
I Have Changed the Numbers on My Watch
Tristan, Waking in His Wood, Panics
Over All We Are a Shadow Falls
Fingers Have Bruised Your Skin the Way a Fallen Peach is Bruised
Poem Written in the Street on a Rainy Evening