Friday, March 10, 2006
"In tumult" [boomerang poem]
The days when I may wander in the evening are returning
I have perhaps some while yet to tarry on the earth
they say there's wondrous order in the play of death & birth
some claim the world is fashioned as a school for lovely learning
but reason's insufficient to produce the rhyme of mirth
for reasons under reasons hide like waves whose restive churning
describes a heart in tumult such a heart dwells in my girth
the days when I may wander in the evening are returning
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2 comments:
Truly lovely! Has a perfect pastoral sereneness.
JJ.
ah thanks honorable Sir.
With mild paradox, for me, this evening wandering is a distinctly urban phenomenon . . . but such is poetry (where perhaps the urban & the pastoral are two facets of one coin) ...
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