Gurdjieff Brazil
4CPoetry

Away!

barra

 

 

Now I out walking
The world desert,
And my shoe and my stocking
Do me no hurt.

I leave behind
Good friends in town.
Let them get well-wined
And go lie down.

Don't think I leave
For the outer dark
Like Adam and Eve
Put out of the Park

Forget the myth
There is no one I
Am put out with
Or put out by.

Unless I'm wrong
I but obey
The urge of a song:
"I'm — bound-away!"

And I may return
If dissatisfied
With what I learn
From having died.

 

 

barra

Robert Frost , 1874-1963.