From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
With visage tanned and dun:
His Mother, when he told his name,
Scarce knew her long-lost son;
So altered was his face and frame
By the ill course he had run.
There was hot fever in his blood,
And dark thoughts in his brain;
And oh! to turn his heart to good
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and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
all of them dragging forward tomorrow.
it is the great circulation
of the earth's body, like the blood
of the gods, this river in which the past
is always flowing. every water
is the same water coming round.
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Swimming the English Channel,
struggling to make it to Calais,
I swam into Laura halfway across.
My body oiled for warmth,
black rubber cap on my head,
eyes hidden behind goggles,
I was exhausted, ready to drown,
when I saw her coming toward me,
bobbing up and down between waves,
effortlessly doing a breaststroke,
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O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,
have you forgotten the little chile, like the birds that have
nested in your branches and left you?
Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at
the tangle of your roots and plunged underground?
The women would come to fill their jars in the pond, and your
huge black shadow would wriggle on the water like sleep struggling
to wake up.
Sunlight danced on the ripples like restless tiny shuttles
weaving golden tapestry.
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Veiling, barely, his dread
Beauty and its blaze,
An angel sets warm bread
and cool milk at my place.
His eyelids make the sign
Of prayer; I lower mine,
Words interleaving vision:
--Calm, calm, be ever calm!
Feel the whole weight a palm
Bears upright in profusion.
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Water
It is so nice to sit
By te water
I could sleep here now
And wait for the
Arrival of the night
I will not drink this water
Because it is dirty
I love to see the wild flowers
I will not take them
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One drop hits the ocean,
The ripple fades like a beauty with age,
Fat drops hit the sea,
One drop only a teaspoon
But what is an ocean
But billions of droplets?
He says to me, “the world won’t change
It’s old and stuck in its ways,
Its vicious and cruel.
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haiku : swan
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feathers of grace white
glide across waters of time
swallow dragonflies
hiku
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f
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athe
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In shadows deep where quiet whispers dwell,
The water flows with secrets of the past,
A mirror holds the tales that none can tell,
Yet in its depths, our fragile fates are cast.
As flames arise in fervent, wild embrace,
They devour dreams, turn laughter into ash,
While water cools the heat of lost disgrace,
In turbulent streams, our sorrows clash.
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Let me wash myself in the current of your gentle waters,
Where the caress of your wave’s cleanses not just my skin,
But the very essence of who I am, leaving me reborn.
Let me drink deeply from the fountain of your love,
Each drop a sweet elixir that quenches a thirst of my soul,
Pour me till it fills the emptiness within me,
Leaving me to drown in the endless ocean of your love.
Let me gaze in the garden you’ve nourished with your grace,
Wandering through fields where flowers bloom in your name,
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