VERSES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES

1981–1990

 

From LANARK 1981

Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005

3 – The End

 

I started making maps when I was small

showing place, resources, where the enemy

and where love lay. I did not know

time adds to land. Events drift continually down,

effacing landmarks, raising the level, like snow.

 

I have grown up. My maps are out of date.

The land lies over me now.

I cannot move. It is time to go.

 
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