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Why Stay Home, With New Worlds Everywhere?
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THE ARTS
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5 / 1987 |
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Reney Myers
Reney Myers is the former chairman of the English Department
at Middlesex Country College; author of a geometry textbook, a
volume of verse, and a translation of Catullus. |
Blue Heron
Calm evening and the watery plain;
before him, the majestic sky
darkens, descends, is still. And I
perceive him fly through his domain
his arms extended in the sky
and moving slowly, while the night,
as if at his command, had lain
a cloak, its substance purple light
about its master as again
he flies above his secret world,
where the evening sun is slain,
where the misted wind is furled.
The Mallards
At Champlain's edge the spume and surf were flung
heavily forward, under a massive rise;
the ferry swam in the mist, and there was hung
a flight of mallards high in the empty skies.
Their note was faint with distance as they sank
beyond my seeing, taking my flying thought,
while I stood, chained to my feet, upon the bank,
the prisoner of myself. But still I caught
a sense of portentous meaning, that they flew
who rose by their own willing. I was left
with restless, foaming surf, as if it knew
how flesh and spirit differ and are reft.
The body is most inhabited when mind
leaves it to seek horizons, unconfined.
Goodbye
I am not metamorphosed out of love
That I perform no further conjurations,
Nor out of seasons either
And
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