Monday, December 01, 2003

Finished John Steinbeck's Cannery Row on the tram this morning.

Even now
I know that I have savoured the hot taste of life
Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast.
Just for a small and a forgotten time
I have had full in my eyes from off my girl
The whitest pouring of eternal light...

Black Marigolds, translated from the Sanskrit by E. Powys Mathers.

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