Lucid Rhythyms - Issue 1, 2008

Far from home you were, my friend,

but now you move across the hills,

subtly and in silent reverie, as though you

were a will-o'-the-wisp above the rolling land.

This is your place of birth; I feel your

presence in the twilight, as boats upon lake

Constance glide toward the Swiss shore--but not you.

See, here is Lindau: it's still your own.

Surely, the harbor's lighthouse remembers you.

Are you aware of moon-tipped waves, lapping,

whispering at the shore, and alpine meadows

fading into the growing night? Do you remember

our walks through these woods? Now, once again,

I must leave you and Bavaria. Where even

death cannot subdue your desire to stay.


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"I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms" ----Wallace Stevens "Thirteen Ways of Looking at Blackbird" Issue 1 - 2008 Karen Kelsay Karen Kelsey's poetry has been accepted by The Christian Science Monitor, The Shepherd, The Oak, and Love's Chance .	Karen Kelsay A Bavarian Visit Far from home you were, my friend, but now you move across the hills, subtly and in silent reverie, as though you were a will-o'-the-wisp above the rolling land. This is your place of birth; I feel your presence in the twilight, as boats upon lake Constance glide toward the Swiss shore--but not you. See, here is Lindau: it's still your own. Surely, the harbor's lighthouse remembers you. Are you aware of moon-tipped waves, lapping, whispering at the shore, and alpine meadows fading into the growing night? Do you remember our walks through these woods? Now, once again, I must leave you and Bavaria. Where even death cannot subdue your desire to stay.
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