Charles Causley
King’s College Chapel
When to the music of Byrd or Tallis,
The ruffed boys singing in the blackened stalls,
The candles lighting the small bones on their faces,
The Tudors stiff in marble on the walls
On Being Asked to Write a School Hymn
On a starless night and
Underneath a sleeping
Comes the cry of sheep and
From the slaughter house to mine
Innocents Song
Who's that knocking on the window,
Who's that standing at the door,
What are all those
Laying on the kitchen floor
Ballad of the Breadman
Mary stood in the
Baking a loaf of bread
An angel flew in the window‘We’ve a job for you,’ he said
‘God in his big gold
I am the Great Sun
From a Normandy crucifix of 1632I am the great sun, but you do not see me, I am your husband, but you turn away
I am the captive, but you do not free me, I am the captain but you will not obey
I am the truth, but you will not believe me,...
Marys Song
Your royal
Is made of
In a cattle-shed
Sleep,
Ten Types of Hospital Visitor
The first enters wearing the neon
Of virtue
Ceaselessly firing all-purpose
At everyone
I Saw A Jolly Hunter
I saw a jolly
With a jolly
Walking in the
In the jolly sun
Timothy Winters
Timothy Winters comes to
With eyes as wide as a football pool,
Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters:
A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters