Poem for Rexroth's Daughter (please comment)

 

I'd been talking to Rexroth's daughter;
she's a friend of a friend of mine.

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She said she saw me

way out in the far north west

reciting poems to the sea

where poems find their rest.

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She saw a stormy headland

only a few stones high

but far it reached into the storm,

big waves playing with the sky.

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From ancient graves the wind it blew

voices of sailors gone

and women screamed like gulls

an endless magic song…….

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Above the clouds the snowy peaks

gave ‘Psyche!’ as the toast

and kneeling at her crystal font

uisge fuar  slaked our throats.

 

 

 

  

So from that empty corrie

was birthed a trickling song

which breathless through the forest

danced with me along.

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She asked, ‘What were your poems,

intoned to the waves?’

But all that I could answer was,

‘Completely blown away.’

 

Gaelic:  uisge fuar  - water cold  uisge beatha - water of life - whisky

Greg Brown’s Rexroth’s Daughter poem  http://ag.arizona.edu/~steidl/GB/RexrothsDaughter.txt