Thursday, September 8, 2011

Poem: Against the Dark by James McAuley

Today I go to New Zealand for two weeks! I do not know whether I will have time to post more reviews, so apologies to my faithful readers (...all two of you...).

One other thing I must mention is that In Which I Read Vintage Novels is now a year old, as of yesterday! Yes, it was back on the 7th of September, 2010 that I finally gave in and decided that it was so much trouble giving each of my friends the same lengthy set of book recommendations that I really must do something for the public in general.

It's been a fantastic year and to all my readers, thank you so much for your attention and particularly for your comments.

Today I want to post a poem by the marvellous Australian poet James McAuley. This is one of my favourites so far:

Against the Dark
Life to be understood turns into legend:
At last we recognise
The tales we always knew, of loss and finding:
I read them in your eyes.

The impossible task is finished before cockcrow,
The key turns in the door,
The withered garden flowers in the first springtime
That no-one could restore.

For what we are can only be imagined;
The story never lies:
It is our truthfulness in love it measures;
I read it in your eyes.

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