| From the book The Wild Rose | Legends and Fantasies
(1976 - 1978) |  |
Legends about ascetics are similar
to the dress inside our skin
and the weak heart does not recognise itself,
losing itself in the huge folds.
But their colouring is familiar, like blood,
swift clothes, simple,
in which darkness walks
making the empty staircase quake...
| | Richard McKane | |
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