11.24.2000

Dark Pines Under Water

From The Shadow-Maker, Gwendolyn MacEwan
    Macmillan, Toronto - 1972  

This land like a mirror turns you inward
    And you become a forest in furtive lake;
    The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
    You dream in the green of your time,
    Your memory is a row of sinking pines.

Explorer, you tell yourself this is not what you came for
    Although it is good here, and green;
    You had meant to move with a kind of largeness,
    You had planned a heavy grace, an anguished dream.

But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper
    And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper
    In an elementary world;
    There is something down there and you want it told.
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