Sunday, 10 April 2016
The Sunday Posts 2016/ The Messengers
Arriving late sometimes and never
Quite expected, still they come,
Bringing a folded meaning home
Between the lines, inside the letter.
As a scarecrow in the harvest
Turns an innocent field to grief
These tattered hints are dumb and deaf,
But bring the matter to a crisis.
They are the messengers who run
Onstage to us who try to doubt them,
Fetching our fate to hand; without them
What would Sophocles have done?
Muriel Spark
Photo by Alistair.
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beautiful. love the photo - as always! :)
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