The Burden
Whatever is a burden, let it go.
To tug and tie is futile, let it go.
Like Christian at the river, let it go.
Not that you'll muster the winds, not that.
No one is unmelting trophies, not that.
It's not a one-off trebuchet, not that.
But oh you want to raise the dagged and drear ones.
You want to cut a clearing for the dear ones.
You want to hold and prop and urge the near ones.
Free as air and strong as iron, you'd do it.
Groans, guilts, bent backs, stubbed toes will never do it.
You know what you most loose and lose, so do it.
So do it and take the heart, the roads are long.
Stride straight until the clean shadows are long.
Sleep an unburdened sleep when nights are long.
-Edwin Morgan
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http://breathe-poetry.livejournal.com
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