Treasure Island

Brian Wake

(Liverpool)

Poems of Brian Wake

1. ADRIFT 6/12/2013
2. Books 6/12/2013
3. Buried Treasure 6/12/2013
4. Clutching At Straw 6/12/2013
5. COUNTING STARS 6/12/2013
6. Country Dancing 6/12/2013
7. ETCETERA 6/12/2013
8. Fifty Hats 6/12/2013
9. GOETHE'S CLOCK 6/12/2013
10. I NEVER DID THINK 6/12/2013
11. INTO HIDING 6/8/2013
12. KEPT SIMPLE 6/12/2013
13. Lazarus Meets the Press 6/12/2013
14. LEADING THE BLIND 6/12/2013
15. PARADISE 6/12/2013
16. Rwanda 1994 6/12/2013
17. Signs of Spring 6/12/2013
18. Throwing Stones 6/12/2013
19. Travelling Backwards 6/26/2013

LEADING THE BLIND

Blind himself, so Samson’s dog made absolutely no concession
to the dark, but would cross, and bark, the river on a bridge of crocodiles
with neither he nor they aware that either he or they were there.

Without him I’d be lost, said Samson to a passing slave, without him
there would be no morning walks along the mountain paths, no respite
from my infinite regret, or time to contemplate how those I loved continue
now to live out their existences in harmony with everything but me.

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