dcmarti1 Posted May 21, 2019 Share Posted May 21, 2019 (I believe T. S. Eliot once said "poetry had better be difficult". This is probably just obscure: 80s music that got me through a difficult 3 years in the Navy.) There is a taste for mandolins, for abandoned stone churches without roofs in that wild frontier where rivers run low, where just down the road lies his Paris, where just up the road are the docks where sailors-in-name dread the presage of tides, dread the silhouettes of sinking shadows along the I64 through Hampton. Far too late for tapestries, rooftops, or anything of copper, fire and rain solve nothing. Captured angels and exiles, sand and foam, a hesitant phoenix: home is never free and the age is never innocent. Like a gambler looking backwards, his morning sky has no ravens, never looms over groves of hickory, never provides cover for declining hearts. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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