Open Poetry #47 |
Frankfort |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. The sun sets On small boats Orange red Then deepest blue The sky fills with stars I hear The wind in the leaves I feel the chill of autumn In the air From the harbor A faint ringing of bells The dead Saying nothing And that is good . |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
This is like an exquisite painting into which one falls and finds that it is, in actual fact, a real and beautiful land/sea/harbour-scape all around oneself. Like a piece of classical music heard over and over again, or looking deep into a favourite painting, re-reading this poem (as with most - probably all - of your poetry) only brings out all the more, on each reading, its excellence, sincerity and beauty. It is simultaneously and paradoxically, ethereal and everlasting. Owl |
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