The Island
by Milton Acorn
Since I’m Island-born home’s as precise
as if a mumbly old carpenter,
shoulder-straps crossed wrong,
laid it out, refigured
to the last three-eighths of shingle.
Nowhere that plowcut worms
heal themselves in red loam;
spruces squat, skirts in sand
or the stones of a river rattle its dark
tunnel under the elms,
is there a spot not measured by hands;
no direction I couldn’t walk
to the wave-lined edge of home.
Quiet shores — beaches that roar
but walk two thousand paces and the sea
becomes an odd shining
glimpse among the jeweled
zigzag low hills. Any wonder
your eyelashes are wings
to fly your look both in and out?
In the coves of the land all things are discussed.
In the ranged jaws of the Gulf,
a red tongue.
Indians say a musical God
took up his brush and painted it,
named it in His own language
“The Island”.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- On the Portrait of Two Beautiful Young People poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Южная ночь
- Hope, Like The Short-lived Ray That Gleams Awhile by William Cowper
- Ations by Shel Silverstein
- Children’s Games by William Carlos Williams
- The Handsome Heart poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Такахама Кёси – Грущу о былом
- The Invention of Honey by Ricardo Sternberg
- Владимир Степанов – Хрюшка
- Вероника Тушнова – У всех бывают слабости минуты
- Anecdote For Fathers by William Wordsworth
- On Rabbi Kook’s Street by Yehuda Amichai
- Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper by Robert Burns
- Владимир Британишский – Глухарь
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