Conversations with People from Away
The pink granite mountain stands, silent and grand,
but you yearn for ranges of blue, where the ridges expand.
After sunset, I love the smell of the clam flats in the evening rain,
Nature’s gentle tears, and salt tides, are to me a soothing refrain.
Rain, rain, the first rain, who does not love its embrace,
In little ponds and canals, happy reflections I can trace.
You speak of rivers in the spring thaw, that in dry places flow,
Singing water’s melody, in mountains with deserts below,
but claim my frozen rivers, unknown to song, but you’re a fool.
I remember going for water down the dust road to the pool,
Ocean-born I whisper the echoes of the fishing fleet now lost to your kind
and old ships that sit wasted in mud flats, in the hidden cove behind,
while you look at me in misery in your two-piece suit and complain,
that the ocean is too icy, the road is too muddy and it’s a damn cold rain.
Table of Contents constraint poetry project. In this constraint, a poetry anthology originally published in 1925 was used. In each chapter section, titles were organized by theme and used to create a new poem.
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