I, or Someone Like Me
by Marvin Bell
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing
through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes,
and the prospect of a string bass inside the wood,
I, or someone like me, had a kind of vision.
As the person on the ground moved, bursting halos
topped first one tree, then another and another,
till the work of sight was forced to go lower
into a dark lair of fallen logs and fungi.
His was the wordless death of words, worse
for he remembered exactly where the words were
on his tongue, and before that how they fell
effortlessly from the brainpan behind his eyes.
But the music continued and the valley of forest floor
became itself an interval in a natural melody
attuned to the wind, embedded in the bass of boughs,
the tenor of branches, the percussion of twigs.
He, or someone like him, laughed at first,
dismissing what had happened as the incandescence
of youthful metabolism, as the slight fermentation
of the last of the wine, or as each excuse of love.
Learning then the constancy of music and of mind,
now he takes seriously that visionary wood
where he saw his being and his future underfoot
and someone like me listening for a resolution.
End of the poem
15 random poems
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- The Jailer by Sylvia Plath
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- Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- I Once Knew A Woman by Shel Silverstein
- Whose beer is that? A Poem about Beer.
- Survivors by Siegfried Sassoon
- That devil of a man
- Literary Cubism – A Non-Structured Structure For Twenty-first Century Storytelling
- A Mathematical Problem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- A Three-Part Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Waking In March by Philip Levine
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- Collage by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песенка-представление орлёнком Эдом Атаки Гризли
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