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Thought you'd like this:The TravellerA hundred years I slept beneath a thorn,Until the tree was root and branches of my thought,Until white petals blossomed in my crown.A thousand years I floated in a lakeUntil my brimful eye could holdThe scattered moonlight and the burning cloud.Mine is the gaze that knowsEyebright, asphodel, the briar rose.I have seen the rainbow open, the sun close.A wind that blows about the landI have raised temples of snow, castles of sandAnd left them empty as a dead hand.A winged ephemerid I am bornWith myriad eyes and glittering wingsThat flames must wither or waters drown.I must live, I must die,I am the memory of all desire,I am the world's ashes, and the kindling fire.K Raine
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Thought you'd like this:
The Traveller
A hundred years I slept beneath a thorn,
Until the tree was root and branches of my thought,
Until white petals blossomed in my crown.
A thousand years I floated in a lake
Until my brimful eye could hold
The scattered moonlight and the burning cloud.
Mine is the gaze that knows
Eyebright, asphodel, the briar rose.
I have seen the rainbow open, the sun close.
A wind that blows about the land
I have raised temples of snow, castles of sand
And left them empty as a dead hand.
A winged ephemerid I am born
With myriad eyes and glittering wings
That flames must wither or waters drown.
I must live, I must die,
I am the memory of all desire,
I am the world's ashes, and the kindling fire.
K Raine
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