Reva Kern Poems

Two hearts tossed
Into a vast valley -
Waiting on a hilltop
For clouds to appear
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Little crystal dewdrop
Trembling daughter of the morning,
On the tip of a leaf of thyme
What are you doing on the hill?
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Qui possède ces bois, je pense que je sais
Sa maison est dans le village bien que
Il ne me verra pas m'arrêter ici
Regarder ses bois se remplir de neige.
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Always within myself I keep a profound sadness
The etched friendship of an adorable child
For whom her death sounded the fatal ivory horn
Because she was beautiful, and gracious and blonde
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When chased out, without returning to the ancient temples,
twisted by the fiery wind that blew from Thabor
The grand Olympians were so miserable
That the grandchildren pulled their golden beards.
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Holding onto your reflection
Captivates my mind
Gripping it with my body
Slowly, sinking down into
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Envelopes arrive from
Foreign lands
Carrying letters once held
By other hands
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The hammock sways ever so slowly
In the gentle breeze
Of a hot summer afternoon
As I, lost in reverie, gaze up
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My soul has the naïvety of a glittering entity
Of a snow in February
Ah!We return to the threshold of childhood
On a pathway toward prayer
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