jl2020
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i've been searching for this poem but sadly i couldn't find it on the net. so i copied it from the book. if you are looking for it, it's here. If you don't want to save it, then please copy it from below:
A Drive in the Country
At Blue Hole
I stand by the water’s edge
And watched how swallows swam
Through the air –
Wild ducks moving away
In the weeds
To their nests in the hollows
Of blackberries and reeds.
I stood on a rock
By the roots of a willow –
Saw how leaves
Bent their ears to the ground.
Gum trees shed
Their bark to the wind
And she-oaks dipped their hands
In the shallows.
A chain and rope
Hung down from a tree –
Over the water for children to swing from.
And I thought of a gallows
To which dead men return
At noon or in darkness
To wait for a crowd.
And still I kept looking
Back to the road –
Away from Blue Hole
And the miles yet to go:
Thinking of the room
Where an alarm clock was set
And tomorrow already there.
But only the soft call
Of swallows and wild ducks
Replied to my thoughts
Through the streamers
Of blue light.
I spoke to myself
Like a man who is dying
And walks away from a road
That runs only one way.
A Drive in the Country
At Blue Hole
I stand by the water’s edge
And watched how swallows swam
Through the air –
Wild ducks moving away
In the weeds
To their nests in the hollows
Of blackberries and reeds.
I stood on a rock
By the roots of a willow –
Saw how leaves
Bent their ears to the ground.
Gum trees shed
Their bark to the wind
And she-oaks dipped their hands
In the shallows.
A chain and rope
Hung down from a tree –
Over the water for children to swing from.
And I thought of a gallows
To which dead men return
At noon or in darkness
To wait for a crowd.
And still I kept looking
Back to the road –
Away from Blue Hole
And the miles yet to go:
Thinking of the room
Where an alarm clock was set
And tomorrow already there.
But only the soft call
Of swallows and wild ducks
Replied to my thoughts
Through the streamers
Of blue light.
I spoke to myself
Like a man who is dying
And walks away from a road
That runs only one way.
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