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New City (Santa Fe)
by Kathleen Wilson to be read as if while walking and
as a smooth flowing duet
if possible, alternating lines
with a questioning feel
awakened here
by birds that I cannot see
I wonder what trees
we have slept in together
the long night through
birds that weave
a song more than melody
a cluster song
like a nest woven of soft light threads
whose natural names I have yet to learn
weaver birds
of a new city
I know that you must be spare
and brave
your morning music
I hold in my heart
a cluster of tiny bells
still trembling
and wonder
if I should believe in you 08/06/1976 Author's Note: one of my traveling poems. I lived in Santa Fe for almost a year, and the place influenced my poetry immensely then, the landscape was different from anything I had ever experienced. I had lived in New York almost my whole life, and in California for a short time.
Posted on 01/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/04/08 at 07:38 PM Hi Kath. I love "cluster of tiny bells" and your final strophe is full of personal wonderment. Nice, indeed and a pleasure to read. Thanks. |
| Posted by David Garner on 01/08/08 at 06:10 PM I love the disclaimer to be read while walking. The line "I know that you must be spare
and brave" is the greatest. I get a real sense of your environment here. morning music to my ears. |
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