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With New Year
by Leonard M HawkesThrough a quiet mind
I see them still,
Those willows
Along the Wantij;
Huis te Merwede--
Mansion, bastion,
Ruined documentation
Of robber barons--
Murmurs grimly
Just beyond sight.
And below the bridge
A measurable tide
Rises, falls, to
Rise again, and
I feel the cold sun
Filter down through
Industrial haze
To glitter and glisten
On the oily surface
Of a wintry river.
12/30/2007 Author's Note: Op de Staart Dordrecht 1971
Posted on 12/31/2007
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/31/07 at 07:14 AM Beautiful strength of vision and tone. I love how the "willowa" remain strong in memory... I know this feeling of the persistence of natural beauty... even its intimation... floating out into the "industrial haze" in spite of everything.... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/31/07 at 04:20 PM I never tire of your vivid, simply stated poems. You seem to feel the essence of what surrounds you with both eyes and words. Marvelous. |
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