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Source THE ISLAND This multiple isle, Peeled to its granite at the water line, Descending now By inches to the sea, Marked for possession by the ruin of salt, Still holds its own. And still to its sides we cling In summer’s rarity; Strengthen our homes of match-sticks With our love; Replace the spongy plank, The loosening nail, And plan return, Savoring the end. An end ― no end; Farewell ― not going. For we have learned, as creatures of the woods, To be most still; Unseen, to see; In the deep silence, hear; Until our lives, Inhaling sun and freshness, are as one With sea-birds nesting near the waves, Ants among ground pine, Red squirrels eating cones In an old porch chair ― And we are numbered with the seasonal tribes That sleep, or flee, or die, But will return. Hortense Flexner, Poems for Sutton Island, in Poems, The Now & Then Press, New York, 1961.
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| ■ Voir aussi ▼ → (sur MSL [Maine State Library]) une notice bio-bibliographique (en anglais) sur Hortense Flexner → (sur le site de l’Université de Louisville) une bio-bibliographie (en anglais) d’Hortense Flexner) |
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