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whispering to dover from calais

April 20, 2013

flogged by the waves,
i arrive to you, french coast

words spoken by a talking clock
tick, tock, tick, tock –

i would have gone to germany
and did –
but i found my soul in you, i found my soul in you,
dear bonne terre of the vine
i left a world of stodgy towers

and promised myself i’d kiss you
kiss the ground before me – that is,
when at last i come to your shores,
build my tent and sing hymns carried across the


to my old home
from the islands which lay scattered on the belly of the blessed archipelago

i still love germany
but in you i found me
so i will spin my fantasies and create my bibliotheques
for you, for you, dear motherland

{i may have been in a poem-writing frenzy, but never mind}

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