Martin Robertson

Now and Then

[The bare, beautiful borders]

The bare, beautiful borders, cruel borders

where thieving and loving alike are things of passion

and every passion, or nearly, ends in a killing.

Only, it’s not the end:

loving and thieving, passion and blood, live on

in song.

And there’s a further border.  The world of faery

is on the other side of the short grass on the hill,

reaches out into the thieving and loving,

into the killing,

into the song.

This border, that border, these kingdoms live on.