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WN Herbert

THE FOGBOW

THE FOGBOW

THE FOGBOW

Ghaist o a gaw that few hae seen
paintit on fog lyk a fugue o thi scheme
Noah supposit thi Lord tae mean
     when aa were drooned,
ither hauf o yin o His een
     thon runic roond.

Rope o smoke lyk a loop on a cable,
Grisaille Cain tae thi rainbow's Abel,
ultra-blank tae infra-sable,
     auld noose o tow;
Yin that's strang whaur Yang is faible:
     faur are ye now?
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THE FOGBOW

Ghaist o a gaw that few hae seen
paintit on fog lyk a fugue o thi scheme
Noah supposit thi Lord tae mean
     when aa were drooned,
ither hauf o yin o His een
     thon runic roond.

Rope o smoke lyk a loop on a cable,
Grisaille Cain tae thi rainbow's Abel,
ultra-blank tae infra-sable,
     auld noose o tow;
Yin that's strang whaur Yang is faible:
     faur are ye now?

THE FOGBOW

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