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Post by robmerritt on Feb 12, 2011 12:45:23 GMT -5
Understanding Horizons to the lady of the prairies
“The I Ching translates this ordered universe into a system of parallel symbols.”
I passed through Nebraska once, in 1976. I remember the trees of Lincoln, civic and comforting, in the square before the courthouse as I drove west to Oregon alone.
The vistas there urge you to see distance, deep. Why does you in that place make me think of “Return of the Native” or “Long Black Veil”? Solitary women ranging borderlands, restless, searching for a way to quench longing.
I see them in woolen cloaks against sleet, but I see you only in summer, time of sunlight and free arms— once you entered a room dripping from a thunderstorm, somehow undisheveled.
You are unsatisfied because you write stories not your own. Go to your desk, prairie sunset bleeding outside your window, and stride into your mind notating the furniture of memory, hope and imagination: the bridges, balconies, and green fields
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Post by stephengodfrey on Feb 14, 2011 16:30:44 GMT -5
Nice write Rob, have been through that part of the country too. Thanks for the images. Steve (very nice)
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Post by Raymond Neely on Feb 15, 2011 14:18:53 GMT -5
Real fine. Your own poem. The images of your own life, or of the moment?
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