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Poem: "Leaves in Passage" - The Wordsmith's Forge
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Poem: "Leaves in Passage"

This poem came out of the February 2013 Torn World Muse Fusion.  It was inspired by a prompt from wyld_dandelyon.  It also fills the#12 Disputed slot on the Rainbowfic Vellum list.  This poem has been sponsored by janetmiles.  It belongs to the Torn World project.




Leaves in Passage


In the jungle,
you may travel
where and when you wish.

There are no forms to fill out,
no claims, no permissions disputed
or quarreled over or billed.

The trees will not ask
to see your licenses.

They do not care
if you are Purist
born free and remaining
in the bush by choice

or a former citizen
with a tattoo scraped off
or inked over anew
or covered by a leather band
to help you forget
what you left behind.

The leaves that flutter here
are the leaves of trees,
free as the bright-winged birds
that sing unseen in the foliage,
not the leaves of paper
made from dead trees
to bind up the lives of people.

Take to the trail.
Travel where you will.

Only keep your ears open in passage
for those who would imprison you
in paper chains,

for the territory, ah,
that is still disputed
by those who do not feel
that people or trees should go free.

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wyld_dandelyon From: wyld_dandelyon Date: May 23rd, 2013 02:40 am (UTC) (Link)
I like it!
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: May 23rd, 2013 07:53 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

I'm happy to hear that.
From: technoshaman Date: May 23rd, 2013 02:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Mmmmmmmmmmmm! *happysound*
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: May 23rd, 2013 07:53 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

I'm glad you enjoyed this.
thnidu From: thnidu Date: May 23rd, 2013 02:57 am (UTC) (Link)
I don't think I've posted this poem in comment on your blog before. It's by Czesław Miłosz, translated here from the original Polish by himself and Robert Hass.

And Yet the Books

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
That appeared once, still wet
As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
And touched, coddled, began to live
In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
Tribes on the march, planets in motion.
“We are,” they said, even as their pages
were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
licked away their letters. So much more durable
than we are, whose frail warmth
cools down, with memory, disperses, perishes.
I imagine the earth when I am no more:
Nothing happens, no loss, it’s still a strange pageant,
Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley,
Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: May 23rd, 2013 07:26 am (UTC) (Link)

Wow!

That is gorgeous. Thank you so much for sharing!

It's much how I feel about my writing. Someday people will be reading it under a different sky, on another ground.
wyld_dandelyon From: wyld_dandelyon Date: May 24th, 2013 12:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Look!

It probably won't still be at this link for long, the paper.li pages only seem to show current stuff, but maybe someone new will find you.

http://paper.li/authorDASmith/1365967231
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: May 24th, 2013 12:26 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

I really appreciate the signal boost.
wyld_dandelyon From: wyld_dandelyon Date: May 24th, 2013 03:25 am (UTC) (Link)
You are very welcome!
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