"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

WEST UNTO THE EAST*

When green velvet headlands' shadows hover,
And soothe the beach's afternoon to rest,
I can wander, a prisoner paroled,
My eyes watching the crests and pipeline quests,
My mind discarding placards of nightmares,
My feet washed by salt and wet sand's caress.
The sun, withdrawn and blind in the red west,
Can't see its pink reflection in the east,
And I can hide and sometimes smile inside,
'Tho I know I shall never be released.

*The title refers to Bob Dylan's song,
'I Shall be Released'.

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