So the riders of the darkness pass On their circuit: the luminous island Of the self trembles and waits, Waits for us all, my friends, Where the sea's big brush recolors The dying lives, and the unborn smiles.


Fangbrand (1946), last stanza

Lawrence Durrell Quotes

So the riders of the darkness pass On their circuit: the luminous island Of the self trembles and waits, Waits for us all, my friends, Where the...

So the riders of the darkness pass On their circuit: the luminous island Of the self trembles and waits, Waits for us all, my friends, Where the...

So the riders of the darkness pass On their circuit: the luminous island Of the self trembles and waits, Waits for us all, my friends, Where the...

So the riders of the darkness pass On their circuit: the luminous island Of the self trembles and waits, Waits for us all, my friends, Where the...