In that vast library of long gone days
Bound in the failed and fading leather
Of ancient weather?
To free what's trapped or bound
Is my whole law and ground:
Since it's myself I find
Out on the rough roads travelling blind.
Yet, for another's use,
I bind what I set loose
So others may make free
Of those lost finds no longer use to me.
from Selected Poems 1938-1988
by Thomas McGrath
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