All the wild barren places of this world--
Brooding beyond the bounds of man's control:
Ice choked, forest-bound wild waste;
Dumb tyrant of cross nature’s rage;
Victim of our violation;
Violator of our innocence:
All the wild barren places of this world,
Hold us enthralled.
We sit, our faces to our pitiful fires;
Kindled against the willful wild:
Blinded by the fire, we do not see the woods.
The fire holds us together; inviolate, safe,
From the wild, from ourselves. We sit
Fearing the dark within; the dark without:
All the wild barren places of this world.
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from an earlier collection (c. 1974). it fits my mood tonight
My heart and mind has visited those wild barren places from time to time and wishing myself blind so as not to see the monsters hiding in the dark...only dancing shadows from the fires light. This had definitely got me to thinking...wonderful write!
~ Dee
Reviewed by Patricia Boudreau (Reader)
Reviewed on December 26, 2002
Ah, more often than not those wild barren places reside inside us...
Well done this...
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
love
tinka
Love,
Beth
~ Dee
Well done this...
Happy New Year!!
*-Brittany-*