Magazine article World Literature Today


Magazine article World Literature Today


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Still of our world, dear father, in your grave

Or at my winter window, looking hard

Into a life you never knew in life:

This house of books, this fire that cracks a whip

At cats and shadows when they cross the room,

Vast silences that swallow days alive.

Dear father, know another life, your own,

Not of this world, seen faintly through past love

As though it were a frosted windowpane,

Know you can go there, to that other world,

By walking barefoot in the dark tonight,

As happened all the time at home in time

With just a fraying God to keep you warm

On winter nights, in Brisbane, in the nights

You couldn't sleep for memories of war,

Know in that other world you are your life,

Complete, intact, and brimming high with love;

Know nothing comes undone there, not a thing. …

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