Other Guilts As Far


Other guilts as far
As a life away turn up to mourn
Me back over into early outworn
Linens of fear.


Over a time
Again gathering up the old sore
Self house and servants, the far
Parts send their name.


I am not that man
Now as I read the rowan and make
A book of a tree. Better I'd make
Some new guilt shine.


– W. S. Graham