Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: Magdalen
Hippophaewith clusters of orange berrieson spiky twigs. Set in this ancient, yellowstone wall,which separates the formal walksfrom the marsh garden to the south,is the gateway (with gate long gone).At its base, nerines – all mauves and reds –spill over on … Continue reading
In the Fellows’ Gardens,past the Deer Park,a willow twists and stretchesout of a brown poollike a giant Nāgatrailing garlands of green lace. Along the avenues of Addison’s Walk,among birch and beech,chestnuts stretch out their brancheslike semaphores,and hang their leaves like … Continue reading
Magdalen’s groundsare full of life,full of space. Space, which is mownand cleared,tended and enclosed,its waterways unchoked,brown and sparkling clear. It is home to ducksand coots,to dragonflies and deer. Grass and paths and gatesand streamsand yesterday’s undergraduatesare waiting. Not for the … Continue reading
Ice, thick,as I have never seenon Cherwell.Jagged, floating towards Isis. Low mists of ice-dustdrift on Christ Church meadow and cool the bloodof long-horn cattlestanding ankle-deep in mud. A lame roe deerbeneath the treespauses, wherethe sudden call of cootssplits the air. … Continue reading