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Well I am going to do this thing I've been thinking about doing for several weeks. This poem was first penned in early '86 in St. Augustine FL. The woman the poem addresses was my boss in a fine dining restaurant. Her husband was also my boss and he considered me a friend. Her son was my boss. And her daughter was also my boss and a very close friend. I was their star waiter, occassional wine steward, getting groomed. The lady and I fell in love. Let's say her name is A. It got so bad, I learned later, the family would have business discussions about it. They were Brits and we all know how they bring problems to the table for discussion.

By the goddess I loved her and I think I still do. I can see her face, tell you how her lips down turned, tell you the first time I saw her in the hall of the restaurant between the heavy oak cabinets, tell you her hair was Cornish gold, tell you how she walked, tell you the warmth she gave off, tell you the way she had for laughing. But I knew it was impossible. She didn't know but I did. A milloinaire woman like that with so much vested property and the likes of me whose property amounted to books and cock roaches chasing across the walls? I don't think so.

And so I demured. And I think I did right. I would have broken her secure world apart. Here is my poem to A I first penned in the year of our undoing. She was more honest than me. I'll wager she never got, because I never let on, how much I...

By the Sea

I can hear her crying
in the wind tonight,
quietly crying in
her marshy home by the sea.
She thinks that no one
can hear her tonight,
she keeps on crying,
she cannot sleep.

I had seen her going
by the sea today,
slowly going
while the sun started to set
beneath her shoulders.
She must have thought
she was alone by the water,
as she turned the faces
she keeps for others,
she turned them under.

There was that much loveliness
in the face she gave today,
alone and rising and
spilling over the sand.
And I had to turn
behind the dunes,
or drown inside the tide
made by her open face.

But there was also a sign,
a shivering signal,
in the evening sea sky's
falling blue.
It was a sign to start
the love's heart to hurt,
with her autumn eyes
she must've seen it too.

Then the chill in the wind,
what fused sky's rim.
If only I could see
the summer star shining
in her eyes once more.

Terreson


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I am not sure why I have posted this poem and some hours later. Maybe I want to show that I too, and as complicated and layered as my poetry has since become, can be simple. Or maybe I want simply to celebrate the simple in poetry. Or maybe it is to celebrate A. Motive is hard to figure out sometimes.

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Tere.

Simple or not, I see your signature here. The iconic blended with the personal. No individual in isolation-- always standing in, or emerging from the shadow of an archetype. Especially the women. At least that's how I read it.

Thanks for posting.

Chris
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Thanks, Chrisfriend. And I get what you are saying.

Tere
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I agree with what Chris said about the women in your poems being both personal and mythological in some way. Here is something I read yesterday in Poems by Goethe by Ronald Gray that reminded me of your poetry as well:

"To be in love was for Goethe never only to be in love with one woman; there was always the sense that each lover was the embodiment at this moment of an almost divine lover[.]"

from the chapter "Love-Poems of Hs Old Age"

Archetype, divine lover, anima--any and all of these. Simple, perhaps, but deceptively so.
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Thanks also Katfriend. And that is so true about Goethe. Robert Frost said his epitaph should read something like: The poet had a lover's quarrel with the world. Something like that. Goethe's affair was just the opposite. It was a love affair with the Eternal Feminine. And for him she was the world.

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Terreson,

I was catching up a bit in "Field" and you mentioned this poem, and put the link up, so I read it; it is a very fine poem. On first read, it read perfectly. Did others find problems with it? I'll have to review the comments. Maybe I made comments on it back then. Zak

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Terreson wrote:

Well I am going to do this thing I've been thinking about doing for several weeks. This poem was first penned in early '86 in St. Augustine FL. The woman the poem addresses was my boss in a fine dining restaurant. Her husband was also my boss and he considered me a friend. Her son was my boss. And her daughter was also my boss and a very close friend. I was their star waiter, occassional wine steward, getting groomed. The lady and I fell in love. Let's say her name is A. It got so bad, I learned later, the family would have business discussions about it. They were Brits and we all know how they bring problems to the table for discussion.

By the goddess I loved her and I think I still do. I can see her face, tell you how her lips down turned, tell you the first time I saw her in the hall of the restaurant between the heavy oak cabinets, tell you her hair was Cornish gold, tell you how she walked, tell you the warmth she gave off, tell you the way she had for laughing. But I knew it was impossible. She didn't know but I did. A milloinaire woman like that with so much vested property and the likes of me whose property amounted to books and cock roaches chasing across the walls? I don't think so.

And so I demured. And I think I did right. I would have broken her secure world apart. Here is my poem to A I first penned in the year of our undoing. She was more honest than me. I'll wager she never got, because I never let on, how much I...

By the Sea

I can hear her crying
in the wind tonight,
quietly crying in
her marshy home by the sea.
She thinks that no one
can hear her tonight,
she keeps on crying,
she cannot sleep.

I had seen her going
by the sea today,
slowly going
while the sun started to set
beneath her shoulders.
She must have thought
she was alone by the water,
as she turned the faces
she keeps for others,
she turned them under.

There was that much loveliness
in the face she gave today,
alone and rising and
spilling over the sand.
And I had to turn
behind the dunes,
or drown inside the tide
made by her open face.

But there was also a sign,
a shivering signal,
in the evening sea sky's
falling blue.
It was a sign to start
the love's heart to hurt,
with her autumn eyes
she must've seen it too.

Then the chill in the wind,
what fused sky's rim.
If only I could see
the summer star shining
in her eyes once more.

Terreson



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Glad you've read the poem, Zak. It is the kind of poem you can only make once, I think.

Tere
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