Go lovely rose into that vacuum. Anyone can dance away the night. Anyone can meditate on paradise. In paradise there might be no more call for meditation - from Of Paradise . 'These poems were written during the last three months of the 20th century, most of them in Cassis. The Mediterranean orbit, Phoenicians and fish, local dogs and children, drew close as I wrote. From poem to poem I knew what I was doing, but the ensemble, after much sifting, took me by surprise...a sub-textual motif recurred contrapuntally - touch. The tropes summon a 'Doctor Dark', who is fully there only once, and then in the past. That you may come to harm in purgatory without a guide is what the epigraph from Dante tells' - Christopher Middleton.