A series of poems dedicated to all those who value the gift of curiousity. "Old men ought to be explorers Here and there does not matter We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Though the dark cold and the empty desolation, The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters Of the petrel and the porpoise... T. S Eliot East Coker
To the reader who enquired about further poems in the sequence, thank you for your comments. That is what I am trying to do. There are 40 more sonnets to come, which thanks to some response, I am now encouraged to post. Joe
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