Day Lewis, Cecil: O Dreams, O Destinations (9)
O Dreams, O Destinations (9) (Angol)9 To travel like a bird, lightly to view Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand, Ocean embraced in a white sleep with land; To escape time, always to start anew. To settle like a bird, make one devoted Gesture of permanence upon the spray Of shaken stars and autumns: in a bay Beyond the crestfallen surges to have floated. Each is our wish. Alas, the bird flies blind, Hooded by a dark sense of destination: Her weight on the glass calm leaves no impression, Her home is soon a basketful of wind. Travellers, we are fabric of the road we go; We settle, but like feathers on time's flow.
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