beneath masterly hands -

I stumble among them

crossed by strings

in tangled two-step

and curse all the fools

in their mad pirouette -

I shall not live as they do

oh, no, leave me in my

circled dance -

these unbidden

twitchings you see

I swear on Hood's Grave

in artistry in motion

Sayings of the Fool

Theny Bule (B.?)

GotM, US HC, p.188

DG, UK MMPB, p.607

Powerful arms in broad strokes

Sweeping the sand

So I asked this man,

What seas do you swim?

And to this he answered,

'I have seen shells and the like

On this desert floor,

So I swim this land's memory

Thus honouring its past,'

Is the journey far, queried I.

'I cannot say,' he replied,

'For I shall drown long before

I am done.'

Sayings of the Fool

Thenys Bule

DG, UK MMPB, p.40