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Saturday, 7 July 2012

3/100 - Last night, late

 

What wandered about the star streets
Last night, late?
It knocked for shelter at doors of gold, like a lost boy.
My heart was bruised with the image.
['The Golden Door:  Three kings' George Mackay Brown, from 'Selected Poems 1954-1992']
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2 comments:

  1. practice7 July 2012 at 06:54

    oh yes... love the glow of the late night city

    and will definitely have to pick up some GMB next time I am home

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