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GEORGE
MACKAY BROWN
To the Tibetan Refugees
May the house be firmly founded And I hope there's a well, Ever springing, near the door. There should be a fire for cold nights And a clear window, too, To see the stars snapping silver fingers! I imagine a cupboard With bread and cheese and fruit in it, So that a lost traveller may eat too. A good bed, chairs, a table, A jar with flowers and a book. And may the angels of mountains and of snow Bend perpetually over that good house. (So wishes One with a house beside a cold Northern sea.) GMB 1983 |
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