Sif's OdeA Poem by LR Younghttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SifIt was like seeing myself
from a great distance. Smote.
a giant oaken tree a-lit by lightning,
split in twain. But because I wear
the right skin, because I have hydrated
in anticipation of a God's electric
affection: I do not burn up, not
entirely, not all in an instant.
Instead, I smolder slowly,
my blue-gray exhale
a signal fire in the wilderness
which you can follow,
being such a good study
in geography; the peaks and
valleys of my own landscape
laid barren, parched. I can
make the desert in you
lush. In flood, I can levy
the river. I can make love using
words, he said. And from eyelashes
fell stars I wished on for my
whole entire childhood.
© 2009 LR YoungReviews
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1 Review Added on April 20, 2009 Last Updated on May 24, 2009 AuthorLR YoungBoulder, COAboutLR Young completed her Masters in Literature in Spring of 2009. Her current emphasis is poetry, the intimacy of words and string of consciousness revelations, rhythm and imagery. It is just as Ginsber.. more..Writing
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