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April 2, 2008
Today's Cayo Hueso again
From a recent trip:
Boston Cobblestones
The narrow way between
the Oyster House and the Bell-in-Hand
is paved with cobbles that knew
and shaped the first streets here.I step on the same stones that bore
the weight of independence; that
carried those who planned
to tan the sea with British tea.And in the misty too cool
evening it is easy to see that
they walk here still--that what we are
and what we have was given to us
from the hands of ghosts
who linger here to remind us
of the meaning that is beyond us.
Posted by Steven Riddle at April 2, 2008 6:44 AM
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Comments
I especially like the "octave" -- if we can speak of the poem as being nearly a sonnet. Strong visual sense.
Posted by: dylan at April 4, 2008 11:52 AM
Man, you and Dylan are poeticizing up a storm. Keep it up.
Posted by: William Luse at April 4, 2008 5:10 PM
I liked "to tan the sea with British tea."
Posted by: TSO at April 7, 2008 1:16 PM