Syd Harrex


Though you are for now in a wheel-chair for meetings in public, because it's your sari-soft hand I'm holding I don't feel I'm bending, kneeling, 'God forbid' I hear your thought say in the silence of a smile. The words we always were to each other have resisted impairment and decay. It's horses for courses as usual, so galloping is not on for the present. But resuming a golden gait is — not, I mean Straight is the Gate, a text you know better than me anyway. Your patient ambition to climb a mountain a few toe and finger metres high will be applauded by companies of butterflies spraying, by fireflies incandescent in the Malacca day and the Malay night enamoured of your inexhaustible charm, your placing the wrong word and the right word on the notice-board for the public to see and judge and improve, and for generations honey-hived by love.



To view the content in your browser, please download Adobe Reader or, alternately,
you may Download the file to your hard drive.

NOTE: The latest versions of Adobe Reader do not support viewing PDF files within Firefox on Mac OS and if you are using a modern (Intel) Mac, there is no official plugin for viewing PDF files within the browser window.