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THERE IS NO OTHER

Going out there is no other.Coming back there is no trace.Though we must love one another,whose is the beloved’s face? Start from wherever you wish to,you cannot end up in a different place.Scrutinise carefully the mirrors around you,all that you … Continue reading

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ORPHEUS IN EXTREMIS

He turned his back on the graveyardand with the sad songshe had taken downinto the stiff clay of the underworldlike root-fingersstill singing in his ears,walked towards the future. Before him floatedher death mask,warmed by the pale fireof yesterday’s desire. Fire … Continue reading

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KATHLEEN

‘Going out there is no other,coming back there is no trace’.Love and care for one another,smooth the sadness from her face. Like Orestes how she travels!Light-foot ever, onward roams;as the skein of life unravels,everywhere she makes her homes. Loves she … Continue reading

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NEIGHBOURS IN DORNACH

Jane Horne’s daughter was deformed in hands and feet. Jane herself showed signs of being senile    with her ever-hanging, half-dry smile.    In 1727, there were no geriatric wards to treat her,so the neighbours were quite naturally concerned.    They said she’d … Continue reading

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ONE ARROW, TWO ARROWS

Why should the hand complainfor the glove abandoned in the rain? Why should the foot retainthe ragged shoe and call it pain? Why should the coloured window paneinflict on the white wall a lasting stain? Why should the nerve-ends’ loss … Continue reading

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