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| jenbove |
Posted - Feb 05 2008 : 12:30:20 PM
MARRYSONG
He never learned her, quite. Year after year
that territory, without seasons, shifted
under his eye. An hour he could be lost
in the walled anger of her quarried hurt
on turning, see cool water laughing where
the day before there were stones in her voice.
He charted. She made wilderness again.
Roads disappeared. The map was never true.
Wind brought him rain sometimes, tasting of sea -
And suddenly she would change the shape of shores
faultlessly calm. All, all was each day new:
the shadows of her love shortened or grew
like trees seen from an unexpected hill,
new country at each jaunty helpless journey.
So he accepted that geography, constantly strange.
Wondered. Stayed home increasingly to find
His way among the landscapes of her mind.
By Dennis Scott (1939-1991)
Jen
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| jpbluesky |
Posted - Feb 05 2008 : 12:39:30 PM
Wow. I really like that, and I bet many men feel that way about their wives or mates. That is beautiful. You can tell the writer really loved her, as he kept exploring and accepting the new landscape.
I went and visited the outpost site. It reminds me of the MJF farmgirl site when it first began! Not as many posters yet, but the number will grow, I am sure!
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