A Brief Note and a Poem
December 1, 2017 at 5:52 pm Leave a comment
Sorry, I’ve been out of touch and nearly writing nothing because I was busy with other things ranging from car breakdowns (just now recurring) to a problem with the heat, to frantically searching for various documents. Right now I got side-tracked by yet another problem, so let me see here…
eleutheria*
i have too often,
i must confess, been bewitched
by these shapely sways
and flowing falls
of shining hair; by
the graceful allurement
of eyes, hands, hips
and breasts: have
too often longed
to touch, unmoving…
these lines have captured
my life and meaning.
i have dreamed, to be sure,
at times, of freedom. but
it lies around
the next corner, after
the next line…knowledge
cannot free. I do not know
what can.
dedicated to John Fowles
*’freedom’ in Greek—from The Magus
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This was shortly after my return from the Navy, just after the very end of the evacuation of Vietnam (the last Marines were airlifted from the embassy rooftop). I yet reel from the things that were virtually inescapably fascinating and terrible at the same time.
Entry filed under: On Truth, poetry, voices. Tags: eleutheria, poetry from voices.
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