a trust so gentle

Edwin Morgan would have been 100-years old today ...

... here's one of my favourites:


WHEN YOU GO

When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there's nothing I'd be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.

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Edwin Morgan (1920 - 2010)

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