Poem: ‘Pyrosymphonie’
John Fuller, 30 November 1995
You and I, when our days are done, must say Without exactly saying it, goodbye. If we could choose at such a time one free Embodiment which might, by being the last, Stand in the account somehow as one Generous entry putting the whole in credit, What and where would it be, that final choice?
There are times such as when we have had them Must serve in their completeness for the fancy, For they...