Monday, 29 March 2010

Hayden Carruth

Anything ends
In its beginning,
The circles turning
Slowly, so slowly,
Quern of the beat
Of the downrunning heart.
The sunlight fell like diamonds
But did not slacken
Remembrance’s forewarning
Of cold and dark to come,
The journey retaken
Without end,
Without end.

Hayden Carruth
—from IV. “Ignis” Journey to a Known Place, 1961

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