Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Thursday, 16 June 2011


Thus I myself once sank
Out of my truth-madness,
Out of my day-longings,
Weary of day, sick from the light —
Sank downward, eveningward, shadowward,
By one truth
Burnt and thirsty —
Do you still remember, hot heart, remember
How you thirsted then? —
That I be exiled
From all truth,

Only a fool!
Only a poet!


All poets are liars, it's true! 

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