"I would eat a lilac if it were a violet / Forcing the unstable air which is swirling around us / In the northeast to thunder & lightning / This air clears itself of clouds at night"
"The smoke for a sign my people as the churn of / Crows above death's burning on the beach .... / // And the shadow of terror arises on this world as a / Cloud out of the northeast: and death is / Everywhere like a resemblance...."
"The Eleventh Book"
"[...] my great aunt / takes the penny ferry over the Tyne / and my English not my Scots granny / calls me hinny / and it feels / — that houyhnhnm whinny / of the northeast coast / almost like love and belonging"
"The Wind Dog"
"[...] I find myself sighing sometimes and calling a name. / Besides which, here on the northeast arc of my skull / The hair is gravely departing, and though I comb it / To right or left, the naked truth will soon flourish."
"Death at the Purple Rim"
[...] The old man moistened his lips and said: / 'You are not Reine Gore: that woman is gathered into the elements: You are a shell or a token. / Why are you sent?' She waved her long white hands toward the northeast, and passed him and glided away, / But he observed that she had a shadow."
"They gazed through and beyond the space the poplar / had occupied. There to the northeast, in the scooped-out / hollow of the pass, was an area of unclouded sky still pale / with the last of daylight, and against it the far mountains / were ranged, a wistful blue, remote and austere."
"Say the Word"
"Landscape sullen and sere, / O landscape drab and small, / hill with its scattered rocks, / rocks piled into a wall; / pattern meager and sparse, / O harvest meager and mean — / this is a landscape, love, / that you have never seen."