Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Twilight 1941

“Is it the hour? We leave this resting place...
...The long road, then. unlit by your faint smile.
Ah! The long road! and you so far away!...
....Do you think there's a far border town somewhere
The desert's edge, last of the lands we know,
Some gaunt eventual limit of our light,
In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll go
Together, hand in hand again, out there
Into the waste we know not, into the night?”


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