23 July 2008

30 Days of Happiness :: 20

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

Louis MacNeice The Unborn Child
from "Prayer before birth"

A dear friends blessingway

1 comment:

  1. Oh Ansley, what a beautiful poem and what beautiful pictures. It makes that night look quite special. Thank you for taking them with your clever eyes.