2009-11-28

TOWARDS THE DAY OF LIBERATION
































Quiet and the shell
opens
a sound out
beneath any sea
we may have happened
to hear --
something
far, itself, no land
in sight, not
all this island music.

~ Robert Kelly ~
composed by abracassandra

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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~ William Butler Yeats ~

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