Freedom at last!

Freedom at last!

Freedom at last!
Long sought, long prayed for – ages and ages long:

The burden to which I continually return, seated here thick-booted and obvious yet dead and buried and passed into heaven, unsearchable;

(How know you indeed but what I have passed into you?)

And Joy, beginning but without ending-the journey of journeys – Thought laid quietly aside:

These things I, writing, translate for you – I wipe a mirror and place it in your hands.

by Edward Carpenter
Original Language English

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