Hope
Old spirit, in and beyond
me,
keep and extend me. Amid strangers
friends, great trees and big seas
breaking,
let love move me. Let me hear the whole music,
see clear, reach
deep. Open me to find due words,
that I may shape them to ploughshares of my
own making.
After such luck, however late, give me to give to
the oldest
dance.... Then to good sleep,
and - if it happens - glad waking.
~ Philip Booth
~
(Lifelines: Selected Poems
1950-1999)
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