Linnaeus In Lapland

Rating: 4.2

Nothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots—
the boots
of the people

wet inside: they must swim
to church thru the floods
or be taxed—the blossoms
from the bosoms
of the leaves


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Fog-thick morning—
I see only
where I now walk. I carry
my clarity
with me.


*


Hear
where her snow-grave is
the You
ah you
of mourning doves

Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Susan Williams 03 December 2015

Fog-thick morning— I see only where I now walk. I carry my clarity with me. - - - -It is awesome when a writer can pen something that stirs your imagination

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Fabrizio Frosini 03 November 2015

'' Fog-thick morning— I see only where I now walk. I carry my clarity with me. '' it can stand alone, carrying a poignant inner thruth

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