Anconcito. The fisheater. Men were standing on cork rafts on the water, visible between great Pacific swells. So in Ecuador you decide to forget her in St. George in Normandy. Try not to think of a white horse for several days. All of the lilacs in the yard lie when they take you back to your youth. There are white hairs on your chin, you can't jump the fence. What is this feeling that the police are ineluctably closing in and you will miss many of your daughters' birthdays. There are still flowers of evil that want to lead you to another life. We have photographic evidence of this in color, black-and-white. Asleep and in a dreaming state near death I feel the awkward girl in my head say please not now, I haven't quite lived yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THALATTA! THALATTA!; CRY OF THE TEN THOUSAND by JOSEPH BROWNLEE BROWN THE CLOUD by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE FLOWERS OF ETERNITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ROBERT E. LEE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |