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Random Poetry XXIX.

Walter J. Turner: Romance

2015. május 17. - Angolerthetoen

 

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When I was but thirteen or so I went into a golden land,

Chimborazo, Cotopaxi Took me by the hand.

My father died, my brother too, They passed like fleeting dreams,

I stood where Popocatapetl In the sunlight gleams.

I dimly heard the master's voice And boys far-off at play,

Chimborazo, Cotopaxi Had stolen me away.

I walked in a great golden dream To and fro from school--

Shining Popocatapetl The dusty streets did rule.

I walked home with a gold dark boy, And never a word I'd say,

Chimborazo, Cotopaxi Had taken my speech away:

I gazed entranced upon his face Fairer than any flower--

O shining Popocatapetl It was thy magic hour:

The houses, people, traffic seemed Thin fading dreams by day,

Chimborazo, Cotopaxi They had stolen my soul away!

 

(Walter J. Turner: Romance, in: The Hunter and Other Poems, 1916)

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