Max Reif Poems
|362.||A Gorilla In My Back Yard||11/28/2005|
|363.||(......01july20) In A Minor Key-Letter To Leonard Cohen*||7/20/2007|
|364.||(....................16sept) My Argument With Grammar||9/16/2007|
|365.||(03new!) Beyond The Hills||5/23/2007|
|366.||.34) Tone Poem: The Finale, 'Leonard Cohen — I'M Your Man'||7/24/2006|
(03new!) Beyond The Hills
I gazed across the valley
at the mute, brown hills beyond,
dappled with dark, round, oaks,
that remind me of Africa's veld.
'What lies beyond you, hills? '
I asked, trying to peer
with imagination's eye
beyond and beyond and beyond,
into the heart of the world.
But the mist of my small, measured mind,
the haze of my limited life
grabbed onto the hills as I peered,
and I could not see beyond.
How did persimmons
get that reputation
for puckering your mouth?
Should any of us
before we're ripe?