Castile Poem by Louise Gluck
Castile
Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins
I met my love under an orange tree
or was it an acacia tree
or was he not my love?
I read this, then I dreamed this:
can waking take back what happened to me?
Bells of San Miguel
ringing in the distance
his hair in the shadows blond-white
I dreamed this,
does that mean it didn't happen?
Does it have to happen in the world to be real?
I dreamed everything, the story
became my story:
he lay beside me,
my hand grazed the skin of his shoulder
Mid-day, then early evening:
in the distance, the sound of a train
But it was not the world:
in the world, a thing happens finally, absolutely,
the mind cannot reverse it.
Castile: nuns walking in pairs through the dark garden.
Outside the walls of the Holy Angels
children begging for coins
When I woke I was crying,
has that no reality?
I met my love under an orange tree:
I have forgotten
only the facts, not the inference—
there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins
I dreamed everything, I gave myself
completely and for all time
And the train returned us
first to Madrid
then to the Basque country
Anonymous submission.
I met my love under an orange tree: I have forgotten only the facts, not the inference— there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins.........beautifully inscribed the past memories. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem as the poem of the day.
That was a powerful emotional philosophical read- well worth writing and well worth reading. Excellent piece to show a different face of poetry
A beautifully composed poem which blooms and spreads its literary fragrance everywhere.
" I dreamed every thing The story is my story." Well deserved modern poem of the Day.
superbly delineated the love by the excellent poetic words// thanks for sharing
I met my love under an orange tree: I have forgotten only the facts, not the inference— there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins beautiful poem great 10++++++++++++++++
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12/4/2024 1:23:17 PM # 1.0.0
This is so beautiful the name and the theme presented wonderfully and indeed i am speechless to comment anything on this profound writing as on ecstasy in dream or reality still as the dream grew old and passed things as dreamed did not happen as i must quote for each age is a dream that is dying, or one that is coming to birthis a castle in we are living.........great poem........thanks for sharing