|Spiritual Poetry posted July 21, 2018||Chapters:||...32 33 -34-|
A chapter in the book Natural Light
This poem is about one of my favorite places in the world, the east end of Long Island; a place that always seemed magical to me, a place of the magic of distance, of distances in time, and a suspended quality of experience. The sailboats are a metaphor for the imagery of poetry, the sight of them, a symbol of the creative spirit that you reach out for and try to articulate, without quite being able to capture it in words. It remains mysterious, elusive, like the Harmony and the Magic still sailing out there, beyond the islands, beyond the lighthouses, in the memory of the dead light house keepers. estoryPays one point and 2 member cents.
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