Wednesday, May 24, 2017

THE ROAD AND THE END

  I SHALL foot it 
    Down the roadway in the dusk, 
    Where shapes of hunger wander 
    And the fugitives of pain go by. 
    I shall foot it 
    In the silence of the morning, 
    See the night slur into dawn, 
    Hear the slow great winds arise 
    Where tall trees flank the way 
    And shoulder toward the sky. 

    The broken boulders by the road 
    Shall not commemorate my ruin. 
    Regret shall be the gravel under foot. 
    I shall watch for 
    Slim birds swift of wing 
    That go where wind and ranks of thunder 
    Drive the wild processionals of rain. 

    The dust of the traveled road 
    Shall touch my hands and face. 


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