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Why Stay Home, With New Worlds Everywhere?: Three Poems


Article # : 12896 

Section : THE ARTS
Issue Date : 5 / 1987  448 Words
Author : Reney Myers

       Blue Heron
       
        Calm evening and the watery plain;
        before him, the majestic sky
        darkens, descends, is still. And I
        perceive him fly through his domain
        his arms extended in the sky
        and moving slowly, while the night,
        as if at his command, had lain
        a cloak, its substance purple light
        about its master as again
        he flies above his secret world,
        where the evening sun is slain,
        where the misted wind is furled.
       
        The Mallards
       
        At Champlain's edge the spume and surf were flung
        heavily forward, under a massive rise;
        the ferry swam in the mist, and there was hung
        a flight of mallards high in the empty skies.
        Their note was faint with distance as they sank
        beyond my seeing, taking my flying thought,
        while I stood, chained to my feet, upon the bank,
        the prisoner of myself. But still I caught
        a sense of portentous meaning, that they flew
        who rose by their own willing. I was left
        with restless, foaming surf, as if it knew
        how flesh and spirit differ and are reft.
        The body is most inhabited when mind
        leaves it to seek horizons, unconfined.
       
        Goodbye
       
        I am not metamorphosed out of love
        That I perform no further conjurations,
        Nor out of seasons either
        And their sense experience,
        For I have done what love does
        And by clear insight sensed
        What artifacts I was among,
        Love, the world, and the moon:
        I have freely used this tentative generation.
        No, such cornucopial floods and tides
        Are not astringent to my thought,
        But I, a geographer, have found another country,
        Bare, without loveliness, difficult,
        And I am going there with all my measuring tools.
       
        I think to find sustenance on
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