Sophia White

Rookie - 3 Points ('90 / America)

Abroad Too Long - Poem by Sophia White

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Walking down the cobbled street,
Wondering distantly how old those stone were
And looking with disinterest at the cathedrals,
And the columns and arches that rise
Like a great garden of stone flowers
That I cannot pick.

Hearing the muted strains of a violin
From some unseen corner where some unseen
Frustrated musician is playing for forints,
And I feel the sorrow in each strike of the bow
Reverberate against my tired bones
In a sepulchral strain.

Thoughtlessly tossing pebbles into the river,
Then realizing I am tossing coins,
So I pour out my purse with melancholic abandon
And let the river have its fun,
Because I have had my fill of it,
And want only to go home.


Comments about Abroad Too Long by Sophia White

  • (3/12/2007 2:09:00 PM)


    HEY! We haven't even left yet, and you're sick of it, haha. Nice job conveying such strong emotion. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/7/2007 12:44:00 PM)


    Sophia, you are truly talented. This poem is marvelous. Job well done ~Linley~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011


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