From There to Here
Created | Updated Aug 21, 2006
Note from the Author: This is my attempt at a villanelle. A villanelle is ridiculously hard to write, and I didn't try very hard to get the form right, but I like the poem anyhow. If anyone can tell me what I'm writing about, I...I'll come up with some kind of reward. I mean, I know what it's about, but I think it might be tricky.
This is for Ben.
Leaving the Wilderness
As I rode with him from there to here,
I alone with him in a crowded car,
As I thought of the brief life about to end
The world laid its head upon my shoulder
And we watched the green hills pass us by
As I rode with him from there to here.
I watched him from the corner of my eye
And wished he knew what I would ask of him
As I rode with him from there to here.
Finally I asked if it had not all been my dreaming:
I wanted to be certain
As I rode with him from there to here.
He looked at me with sorry eyes and said
It was a dream, by half; and I wept
As I rode with him from there to here.
As the green hills passed us by, the sun climbed
And marked the sleeping hour of the day:
As I rode with him from there to here,
The world laid his head upon my shoulder—
And I forgave him.
And poems are ridiculously annoying to put into GuideML.
