| From the book The Wild Rose | Legends and Fantasies
(1976 - 1978) |  |
I carry two books, as I go I am leaving,
but not by the way of bitterness –
but by the road of mercy, the appearance of the rain,
the waiting of meaning to pass.
Both of them are looking, both fly
above me and bring the light:
like a flying chest, like a secret drawer,
the darkness of destiny is open.
| | Richard McKane | |
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