Friday, March 25, 2011

Ben Nardolilli: "The Other Side"

Flat horizon only the solitude
not the mountains or the sea,
the cold blast I wheel,
And responded gaily,
when there is the damp ground
sweet Thames, run
so intelligent

Heard one person starve
a young man carrying thunder,
his eyes open, I saw
the Elysian Fields,
a poet and a world traveler,
the heyday, my friends,
heard the roar of a graveyard,
and not without reason.