Monday, October 16, 2006


There is Music in the Sailor

and there is music in the sea
and there is music in the cedars
and in the tall grasses
and in fishes and me

and sometimes we hear the music
and we dance or we weep
with the emotional willows
trot with foxes, waltz with waves

and we may swim with swans
and hear rhythms in ravens’ wings
tremble with the aspen
fear the diving of the hawk

or we may never learn the tango
or we may learn to fear the clock

- Ralph Murre


Anonymous said...

a beautiful, truthful poem.

M. Shahin said...

"or we may learn to fear the clock"

This is very true although this clock is inevitable.

Ralph Murre said...

Thank you both, for your interest and your comments.

- R.