ON FINDING A LOST PHOTOGRAPHAuthor(s): ROLAND LLOYDSource: Caribbean Quarterly, Vol. 16, No. 3 (September 1970), p. 60Published by: University of the West Indies and Caribbean QuarterlyStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/40653169 .

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ON FINDING A LOST PHOTOGRAPH

Tell your weathers what I've found After one year's searchings Thought that too was lost Under the long frost coat

It must have been that somehow While fooling down around Exhumed from limbo A buried envelope

Face so often conjured When late at night for sleep The Id went tapping blindly Down the bandaged streets

This imagery had risen Above the accustomed coast The mcon, you see, was pulling Flood gates around the globe.

And looking through a mirage spun And gardened by my dreams Failed to meet the face Where the Sphinx was found

Something in this crossed legend Said for the heart's bone to hear Why should it this cast fool Long dead be knocking here.

In print strange things are certain Such as these unaltered Under their timeless country Confront the walking mind.

Shutters rise on darkened streets And in the falling light, come Faces from their silver sleep, A half and wounded voice.

Tell your weathers what I've found After one year's changeless A seed snaps underground In an asphalt country.

ROLAND LLOYD

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