Go

I would like to lie down in a blessèd content,
but must face the wind and the weary road.
The wind is the speech of the mind that is spent –
I would like to lie down in a blessèd content.
The road is the path of the wind: the event
of life. I am lost in a giant code.
I would like to lie down in a blessèd content,
but must face the wind and the weary road.

I had decided to go on a tramp up and down Britain, possibly for a year or more, fragments of a long unfinished poem to do with growing up in my rucksack. In the event it lasted six weeks, but it helped me on and forward.