| From the book The Wild Rose | Legends and Fantasies
(1976 - 1978) |  |
I often dream of death offering
to do something for me. And when,
not understanding, I say “No!”,
she nods.
A double staircase
leads her to where the light is from,
and I feel strange and empty...
I think there is not a cursed place
near Death where a child, an old woman
and a widower, lose their way
but there is memory, memory.
Besides the air there is of the shortest journeys
which fall like water –
but upwards.
So, not paying any attention to her,
I smile,
and my hand goes away
into the simple water of a light face. | | Richard McKane | |
 |
|
