Item Dublin Coretag:https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/node/%25/atom2024-03-28T18:43:24+00:00adminniwa@bt48.com1334Greacen034Wednesday, July 20, 2016 - 19:17Unpublished PoemsGreacen Estate19 JanLinen Hall LibraryWednesday, March 16, 2016TIFFGreacen034ManuscriptPreface for a poetry collectionEnglishhttps://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen034Linen Hall LibraryLinen Hall LibraryAttribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SAhttps://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen034_0.jpgPreface for a Poetry Collection
The arrow, shot by practised hand
That many times the selfsame route has chosen
Flies winged to that point exact
The hand decreed. Yet further flies
Towards unknown infinity, a blue-grey blur
That in the mind's unmapped.
Each poem is an arrow, too,
Shaped for its definite flight
Yet hiding a most secret destination
Even its own maker cannot know.
Speed then each poem to that knowd point
My little cunning can command -
And onwards where you will!
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