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Ashore
for C.L.
That lanky boat you sailed
forever and every day
came ashore without you
and we wondered what storm
you’d found that wouldn’t let go,
what pulled you to that deep place
where waking and sleeping and
the beyond and you, even you,
are the same color?
And we wondered what freedom
is that color, too, and what
voice she calls in
to bring landsmen to sea?
What voice allows letting go?
What song?
- Ralph Murre
2 comments:
heart-tightening glimpse in every sad image and voice. soulful cry at the ending is powerfully moving.
thank you for your kind words . . . I have found your site, Soul's Phantasm, and am enjoying it.
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