May the bombs rust away in the bunkers, And the doomsday clock not be rewound

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Prayer for the twenty-first century by John Marsden. Lothian, 1997

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“I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.
I have out walked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet.
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly light,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.”

― Robert Frost

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