![]() ![]() I still can’t quite believe we won’t be able to go back but whatever happens, depending on the course the Freemen decide to take, it will never be the same. I felt as if I was at a funeral, the funeral of someone I loved, my legs hollow and shaky, stomach fluttery and taut. The place was still being ransacked even as we held our final fling amidst it all. It’s over a week ago that the garden at Moorbank closed its gates and I’ve hesitated to write about it, unable to find the words. ![]() Oh to say them more intensely than the things themselves Perhaps we are here in order to say: house,īridge, fountain, gate, pitcher, fruit-tree, window –Īt most: column, tower?…but to say them you must understand, Some word he has gained, some pure word, the yellow and blue He brings, not a handful of earth, unsayable to others but instead ![]() For when the traveller returns from the mountain slopes into the valley, ![]()
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