Monday, February 05, 2007
The Two Poets
The Two Poets
Two sides of a coin,
twin masks mated forever,
the god who looks in different
directions
at once.
The earth's treasures,
the ocean flooding the marshes,
the shale,
the stars winking
their mysterious code,
the pelicans who come and go
with the seasons,
according to their need . . .
and the rain which washes
the faces of the flowers,
even the shyest buds
one looks and exclaims
Oh, how beautiful!
the other murmurs
I mourn, I mourn.
Dorothy Walters
February 5, 2007
Two sides of a coin,
twin masks mated forever,
the god who looks in different
directions
at once.
The earth's treasures,
the ocean flooding the marshes,
the shale,
the stars winking
their mysterious code,
the pelicans who come and go
with the seasons,
according to their need . . .
and the rain which washes
the faces of the flowers,
even the shyest buds
one looks and exclaims
Oh, how beautiful!
the other murmurs
I mourn, I mourn.
Dorothy Walters
February 5, 2007
