domingo, 25 de setembro de 2011

Empty now

Sand bars and sabre grass, salt flats and travelling dunes
Lead west, until, green in their shallow sea
That falls away into the Atlantic deeps
He sees the Islands of the West.
He who? Why, God, of course.
Who reaches before He looks
Bach for the ridge that is, save for a million footprints,
Empty now.

Logue's Homer, All Day Permanent Red: War Music Continued, Faber and Faber, 2003.

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