Donald Justice

(12 August 1925 - 6 August 2004 / Miami / Florida)

Hell - Poem by Donald Justice

R. B. VAUGHN speaks:

“After so many years of pursuing the ideal
I came home. But I had caught sight of it.
You see it sometimes in the blue-silver wake
Of island schooners, bound for Anegada, say.
And it takes other forms. I saw it flickering once
In torches by the railroad tracks in Medellín.
When I was very young I thought that love would come
And seize and take me south and I would see the rose;
And that all ambiguities we knew would merge
Like orchids on a word. Say this:
I sought the immortal word.”
So saying he went on
To join those who preceded him;
and there were those that followed.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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