1981–1990 | |
Poem:
Alasdair Gray © 2005 | |
that met me in the middle night when talkative men lie still. It seemed that I saw a marvellous tree aloft in the sky, and branched with light beaming brightly. All that beacon was begotten in gold, in rubies standing fairly and fixed, with five gems likewise up on that axlespan. Behold there all angel bands brighten through time and space: there was no sin-stained gallows but those who behold are holy ghosts men upon mold and all this great creation. |
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