"The Secret Day My yesterday has gone, has gone and left me tired, And now tomorrow comes and beats upon the door; So I have built To-day, the day that I desired, Lest joy come not again, lest peace return no more, Lest comfort come no more. So I have built To-day, a proud and perfect day, And I have built the towers of cliffs upon the sands; The foxgloves and the gorse I planted on my way;"
"The thyme, the velvet thyme, grew up beneath my hands, Grew pink beneath my hands. So I have built To-day, more precious than a dream; And I have painted peace upon the sky above; And I have made immense and misty seas that seem More kind to me than life, more fair to me than love More beautiful than love. And I have built a house a house upon the brink"
"Of high and twisted cliffs; the sea's low singing fills it; And there my Secret Friend abides, and there I think I'll hide my heart away before tomorrow kills it A cold tomorrow kills it. Yes, I have built To-day, a wall against To-morrow, So let To-morrow knock I shall not be afraid, For none shall give me death, and none shall give me sorrow,"
Yesterday has gone and left exhaustion, and tomorrow arrives like a threat. A deliberately fashioned To-day becomes a refuge, filled with planted foxgloves, gorse and thyme, pink beneath the hands. Peace is painted on the sky and immense misty seas are made to seem kinder than life or love. A house stands upon high, twisted cliffs where a Secret Friend abides and the heart can be hidden before a cold tomorrow can kill it. To-day functions as a protective wall against death and sorrow, an insistence on the present as sanctuary.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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