Poems of Brian Wake
|4.||Clutching At Straw||6/12/2013|
|10.||I NEVER DID THINK||6/12/2013|
|13.||Lazarus Meets the Press||6/12/2013|
|14.||LEADING THE BLIND||6/12/2013|
|17.||Signs of Spring||6/12/2013|
LEADING THE BLIND
Blind himself, so Samson’s dog made absolutely no concession
to the dark, but would cross, and bark, the river on a bridge of crocodiles
with neither he nor they aware that either he or they were there.
Without him I’d be lost, said Samson to a passing slave, without him
there would be no morning walks along the mountain paths, no respite
from my infinite regret, or time to contemplate how those I loved continue
now to live out their existences in harmony with everything but me.