Now money is the first of things
And after that the human heart
Which beats the time it can afford.
Of passion, what a smart
And are these spiritual things?
They are. And we that are without
Have failed to use the currency
Correctly. For we have allowed
About the things we see
To sing aloud
And put our calculations out.
If the external is the hope
We have here, as I think it is,
We should respect it till we die.
Is steep, the precipice
Is near. And I
Now know that money is the rope.
from Collected Poems (Carcanet , 1998). Recording from C H Sisson; Selected Poems (Canto, 1987, 2001), used by permission of Carcanet Press.