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Nostos

Rating: 3.1

There was an apple tree in the yard --
this would have been
forty years ago -- behind,
only meadows. Drifts
of crocus in the damp grass.
I stood at that window:
late April. Spring
flowers in the neighbor's yard.
How many times, really, did the tree
flower on my birthday,
the exact day, not
before, not after? Substitution
of the immutable
for the shifting, the evolving.
Substitution of the image
for relentless earth. What
do I know of this place,
the role of the tree for decades
taken by a bonsai, voices
rising from the tennis courts --
Fields. Smell of the tall grass, new cut.
As one expects of a lyric poet.
We look at the world once, in childhood.
The rest is memory.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 21 October 2020

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory./// superb and fantastic poem penned /// It is in this memory that the human mind goes back and finds a way to survive

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Georgia Bobryk 08 October 2020

Great finishing thought. Reminence of Robert Frost

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Fabrizio Frosini 14 October 2015

nostos (??st??) = homecoming from a long journey

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Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014

Such a beautiful poem. Nice imagery.

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