Big Sur
by Rodney Evan Bohen
Saturday, May 17, 2003
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Big Sur
I stood quiet, entranced in sanctified awed hush
First time I saw, such sweeping majesty so raw
Big Sur, I collapsed in heart panting, Big Sur
My breath taken, utterly whisked away
I've been young and old in Big Sur, yea
I have traveled the states by car, thumb, freight and train
Yet never bowed as I do, to Big Sur in rain
Low sweeping sigh filled bow do I bid
In tribute to glory, fired upon earth
I weep at the ocean, such power to behold
As she hugs the cliff and lover of old
She crashes and dances roars as she cries
In again out again I get lost in her sighs
Big Sur, no never, wherever I've been
Seen anything like Big Sur
I've know New England in intimacy yes
The desert like a stallion, have I inhaled her best
I've seen all the coastlines, far as they roam,
But when old, now one calls me, yes, ancient and old
Big Sur...
Rodney Evan Bohen
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| Reviewed by Candida Eittreim |
5/21/2003 |
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You evoked one of my favourite places on earth so beautifully! Thank you Rodney.
Candida |
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| Reviewed by Melissa Rives |
5/19/2003 |
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| Thanks for the vision through your eyes...magnificent! |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
5/18/2003 |
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A beautiful write
William |
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| Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie |
5/17/2003 |
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This was lovely, I have been there, and enjoyed the memory you brought back,
Reindeer |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
5/17/2003 |
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| flows nicely... very well written! |
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| Reviewed by Regina Pounds |
5/17/2003 |
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Wow! You fell in love there.
Wish I could follow the road some day.
Gina |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
5/17/2003 |
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| Big Sur is fantastic, isn't it. Many ancient Indian ruins there too. Nicely done. |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
5/17/2003 |
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| The first three lines of the last stanza are great. But poor Big Sur, ...? |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
5/17/2003 |
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I fear the tranquil water of thy soul..untroubled warm inviting...but with the depth...that is to me....unfarthomed and unknown....invade the fitful turmoil of my dreams......until I awake....
Lovely Big Sur write Rodney!!
I am in Awe.......
Love
Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Josephine Bohen |
5/17/2003 |
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| it is everything you say and yes even more |
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