"When You walked here,
took skin, muscle, hair,
eyes, larynx, we
withheld all honour: 'His house is clay,
how can he tell us of His far country?"
- Margaret Avison
I read these poems in 1967 - 68 they continue to resonate today.
Friday, 21 May 2010
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