Michael Ratcliffe's Poetry

Cold night... Main Street, Cambridge… As I walk to my hotel after dinner, a guy about my age, thin jacket, walking toward me— ...

Asphalt and concrete, rutted, cracked, pot-holed, patched, curbed and uncurbed, planned and unplanned, junkyards, repair shops, ...

I was priest to your confession, though no screen to separate us, only the restaurant table lain with tortillas and glasses of rio...

I've started work again on my series of poems based on Van Gogh's paintings.  "Peasant Woman Digging Up Potatoes" was one ...

His goodness is extended to the smallest of the workmanship of his hands; his gracious care is to the sparrow upon the house-top....