Isla de la Soto
Santa Marta de Tormes
That fall from ecstatic union,
An eon on a far horizon.
Until now, when only echoes remain,
Which will also vanish again
On this skyline that draws the pain
As though a veiling curtain.
What was the air that stole
On that river isle day sojourn,
Like voices whirled round a maypole
From my heart the living poem
& mocked my madness in my passing.
That eon on a far horizon,
Where every one was one.
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|Reviewed by Rafika Anderson
|Lovely evocative and vivid lines...|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|inspired and well versed ...|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|By way of the universe, mankind is all one, nicely done....
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
I have enjoyed the reading of "The Isle of Soto".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU