Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Gulls, by Helen Bascand


George Enescu - Romanian Rhapsody

I can't forget
how I told you they were there
outside your window -

two of them
because your soul seemed heavy
tied to your hospital bed -

I was drifting
looking away from your face
and I mentioned

how blue was this sky. I told you
the gulls were white and bewitching

and they made flying look
.....................................easy


from Into the Vanishing Point (Steele Roberts, 2007)

4 comments:

Roxana said...

i again feel as if you had posted this especially for me... you know why. i can't say a word here, because it touches me so deeply.

manuela said...

with my love, and a big bear hug. you don't need to say a word, but i am glad to see your name here. as always.

mansuetude said...

i so am swept by the simplicity of this poem,as power... don't know the poet yet...

reminds me of W.Carlos Williams

m said...

mansuetude,

i'm always so glad to have you visit!

the simplicity of the poem is what swept me when i first read it, too