The arms of wind,
Went inland and
Filled night with
Fog, an unlit hill in
Berkeley --clothes
Optional, if not
Theoretical-- as
I recall, lovers kissed.
They wore moonlight
And mist, as youth
Does, and knew only
Where the inside
Of everything was.
Thursday, July 6, 2017
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This one sends me Geo.
ReplyDeleteI was at a conference this past weekend and there were poets there. I sat in on a couple poetry sessions. The one that intrigued me most was taught by a high school instructor who teaches at the Alabama School of Fine Arts. His talk was on poetry and prose. His presentation was remarkable.
I thought as I left the session how lucky his students are to learn from him.
Rick, it's good to know poetry is still being taught in the schools. I hope the curriculum invites poems from students along with overview of the form. They have so much to offer, discover, so many feelings that are otherwise inexpressible.
DeleteYou painted a loving picture with your words.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Emma, the picture was populated by young people in discovery of themselves and each other. Poem pretty much wrote itself.
Delete"They wore moonlight and mist, as youth does..."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Geo. That says so much and evokes gilded memories.
Thanks Jon. Now you've got me taxing my memory. It was summer, 1967. An LRY conference at the Unitarian Church (I was a Unit for 2 years)in the Berkeley Hills --Kensington?-- off Highland Drive. It was pretty rugged terrain back then and, well, one thing led to another.
DeleteI hope you'll pardon me if I've misinterpreted, but this seems quite the erotic poem to me, Geo.! I've always been a bit wistful that I was just a bit too young to have enjoyed the sixties as a young adult. Then again, the seventies were a pretty good time too :)
ReplyDeleteIt's been a long time since I've been accused of eroticism. Thanks! The LRY (Liberal Religious Youth) conferences usually consumed a whole weekend. They were full of lectures and seminars that made good sense. I usually drove home early the 2nd day. The free-spirited intellectual company I kept there was in stark contrast to the ranching town I lived in. Good thing too.
DeleteThe tone is remarkably, paradoxically, innocent yet sinfully hot. Love it, Geo.
ReplyDeleteBe well, my friend.
You be well too, my friend. My innocence is debatable but, as you have doubtless noticed in your city, everybody in California is "hot". I modestly claim no exception.
ReplyDeleteWow Geo. This is a masterpiece of a poem. Makes me want to visit that hill with someone special.
ReplyDeleteDear KK, you will find your own hill and share it with someone --and it will be special. We are always making new memories. Make them good memories.
DeleteLooks like Christiania, Denmark to me ... Peace ... Smiles ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cat. Love and peace to you as well.
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