The Rafa-Gaza Road 1918 - by
I am looking, as you are, through Henry Wade
/ his eyes, his lens: the Rafa-Gaza road
/ aching towards a sky perhaps grey,…
I am looking, as you are, through Henry Wade
/ his eyes, his lens: the Rafa-Gaza road
/ aching towards a sky perhaps grey,…
For all the eye specialists I’ve seen – in varying degrees of haziness – over the years,
/ and for the…
‘my eyes have seen what my hand did’
/ — Robert Lowell
/
/ No matter what we say, we still believe
/ the soul is here,…