Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I write. And maybe someone will read and find a flower among these weeds.
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
Ouse 1
http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poem/item/22707/auto/The-river-has-no-comfort-to-offer
Ouse 1
(response to Gro Dahle)
a weeping girl draws comfort
from the river
she hurries along
runs, runs, with a beating heart
it never leaves her
the river reflects the rain
at times sunrise, South Downs, and sky
it speaks with the salt tongue of the ocean
what is the river's comfort
the river has a woman who went into the water
behind the bend you went into the water
early in the morning
the river was your comfort, or are you still weeping
you are guiding the water past
past and past
run, run, little girl, weep
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