The wounded from battles in the Falklands in 1982, waited a cosiderable time before they could be reached to administer first aid. We only had shell dressings and morphine. It is due to the tenacity of the individuals that they survived.
It was a quiet night of May 1983. I was in one of those moods where poetic flights are experienced by the soul. There was a power failure and everything was wrapped in black...save the room where I had lit a candle. Almost, at once, inspiration took over my faculties and this poem was the result. All praise to God Almighty.
Denise Levertov is a well known poet of the English language. One of his poems is among the 100 best selected by the International Library of Poetry, Maryland, USA. Here, while appreciating Levertov's thoughts, I have endeavoured to present a philosophy of my own.
These lines came as an inspiration as I was quietly pondering on Shakespeare's description of life in plays like Hamlet, Macbeth, King Lear, Troilus and Cressida, Cymbeline, Julius Caesar, Othello, As You Like It etc. etc etc
