R. B. VAUGHN speaks:
-After so many years of pursuing the ideal
I came home. But I had caught sight of it.
You see it sometimes in the blue-silver wake
Of island schooners, bound for Anegada, say.
And it takes other forms. I saw it flickering once
In torches by the railroad tracks in Medellàn.
When I was very young I thought that love would come
And seize and take me south and I would see the rose;
And that all ambiguities we knew would merge
Like orchids on a word. Say this:
I sought the immortal word.â?
So saying he went on
To join those who preceded him;
and there were those that followed.
Hell
Donald Justice
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Poem topics: I love you, home, rose, silver, sometimes, blue, young, ideal, thought, bound, island, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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