诗歌原文 网络搜集了五首，缺一首《重逢》。 Ghost 1983 I felt soft fingers at my throat It seemed someone was strangling me The lips were hard as they were sweet It seemed someone was kissing me My vital bones about to crack I gaped into another's eyes I saw it was a face I knew A face as sweet as it was grim It did not smile it did not week Its eyes were wide and white its skin I did not smile I did not weep I raised my hand touched its cheek Poem 1981 The lights glow. What will happen next? Night has fallen. The rain stops. What will happen next? Night will deepen. He does not know What I will say to him. When he has gone I'll have a word in his ear And say what I was about to say At the meeting about to happen Which has now taken place. But he said nothing At the meeting about to take place. It is only now that he turns and smiles And whispers: 'I do not know What will happen next.' God 1993 God looked into his secret heart to find a word To bless the living throng below. But look and look as he might do And begging ghosts to live again But hearing no song in that room He found with harshly burning pain He had no blessing to bestow. Cancer Cells "Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die". (Nurse, Royal Marsden Hospital) They have forgotten how to die And so extend their killing life. I and my tumour dearly fight. Let's hope a double death is out. I need to see my tumour dead A tumour which forgets to die But plans to murder me instead. But I remember how to die Though all my witnesses are dead. But I remember what they said Of tumours which would render them As blind and dumb as they had been Before the birth of that disease Which brought the tumour into play. The black cells will dry up and die Or sing with joy and have their way. They breed so quietly night and day, You never know, they never say. March 2002 After Lunch And after noon the well-dressed creatures come To sniff among the dead And have their lunch And all the many well-dressed creatures pluck The swollen avocados from the dust And stir the minestrone with stray bones And after lunch They loll and lounge about Decanting claret in convenient skulls September 2002