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i am terrified
of the eternal silence of these infinite spaces
the hazards of love 
9th-May-2009 12:04 pm
dean/sam
Marrysong
Dennis Scott (1939 – 1991)

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 brough 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.


We did this poem for Lit. How cool is that? I love it.
Comments 
9th-May-2009 03:00 pm (UTC)
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that's unfair. the poem's very awesome. hahahaha.
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