Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TRANS-CANADA, by ROBERT HEDIN


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First Line: At this speed, my friend, our origins are groundless
Last Line: Our souls speak and carry our bodies like capes.
Variant Title(s): Transcanadian
Subject(s): Aviation & Aviators; Airplanes; Air Pilots


At this speed, my friend, our origins are groundless.
We are nearing the eve of a great festival,
The festival of wind.
Already you can see this road weakening.
Soon it will breathe
And lift away to dry its feathers in the air.
On both sides the fields of rapeseed and sunflowers
Are revolting against their rows.
Soon they will scatter wildly like pheasants.
Now is the time, my friend, to test our souls.
We must let them forage for themselves,
But first – unbuckle your skin.
Out here, in the darkness
Between two shimmering cities,
That we have, perhaps for the last time, chance
Neither to be shut nor open, but to let
Our souls speak and carry our bodies like capes.





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