Whilst putting books back on their shelves, following recent decorating activity, I noticed a few dated jottings on the end papers of some volumes. (I had a habit of scribbling on the most immediately accessible blank piece of paper in those days).
I'm slightly mystified by this one but, something appeals/haunts me as I try to understand my more youthful mind-set.
MOVING
Times climate false and reasoned
calls me out of the dawn
into the full of light; moving
with great deliberation
full of ideas
as they are full of me -
time is the length of me
but I am larger
undefiled; moving
beyond the impotence
escaping
the disciplined innocence
of values which weigh
no heavier
than my tears of joy.
Malcolm Evison
14 January 1969
(re-moulded 12 May 2008)
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