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Open Poetry #34

Anne

Huan Yi
Member Ascendant

since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

0 posted 2004-11-13 09:24 AM

It’s a long way
from split rails
and walks home;

still, your glance
among these ranks
of hard faced
blue clad men.

Your laugh
for my wit
among the sounds
of clamoring sabers
and beaten drums,

smile
around old generals,
glib bombastic senators.

In the fabric of flags
and dress parades,
your hand
in mine
through tragedy,

I watch
this world
of grand displays,

and feel the dust
that sweeps across—
the plains
of Illinois.

[This message has been edited by Huan Yi (11-14-2004 08:51 AM).]

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2004-11-13 09:32 AM

nice ending

Poet deVine

Administrator

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since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 2004-11-13 11:16 AM

Ah! He loved her didn't he? Well done John.

Huan Yi
Member Ascendant

since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

3 posted 2004-11-13 12:28 PM

Yes, I like to think so.

John

P.S.

ANNE RUTLEDGE

Out of me unworthy and unknown
The vibrations of deathless music:
“With malice toward none, with charity for all.”
Out of me the forgiveness of millions toward millions,
And the beneficent face of a nation
Shining with justice and truth.
I am Anne Rutledge who sleep beneath these weeds,
Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln,
Wedded to him, not through union,
But through separation.
Bloom forever, O Republic,
From the dust of my bosom!

Edgar Lee Masters

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