- What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
- Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
- You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
- A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
- And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
- And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
- There is shadow under this red rock,
- (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
- And I will show you something different from either
- Your shadow at morning striding behind you
- Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
- I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
feb 3 2009 ∞
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