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1.
Men prefer an island
With its beginning ended:
Undertone of waves
Trees overbended.


Men prefer a road
Circling, shell-like
Convex and fossiled
Forever winding inward.


Men prefer a woman
Limpid in a sunlight
Held as a shell
On a sheltering island . . .


Men prefer an island.


2.
But I am a mainland
O I range
From upper country to the inner core:
From sageland, brushland, marshland
To the sea's floor.


Show me an orchard where I have not slept,
A hollow where I have not wrapped
The sage about me, and above, the still
Stars clustering
Over the ponderosa pine, the cactus hill.


Tell me a time,
I have not loved,
A mountain left unclimbed:
A prarie field
Where I have not furrowed my tongue,
Nourished it out of the mind's dark places;
Planted with tears unwept
And harvested as friends, as faces.


O find me a dead-end road
I have not trodden
A logging road that leads the heart away
Into the secret evergreen of cedar roots
Beyond the sun's farthest ray—
Then, in a clearing's sudden dazzle,
There is no road; no end; no puzzle.


But do not show me! For I know
The country I caress:
A place where none shall trespass
None possess:
A mainland mastered
From its inaccess.


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Men prefer an island.

Dorothy Livesay

3 comments:

joo said...

Lovely photo and lovely words:)
Hugs
Joo

donnie said...

gorgeous verse - i find that dead end roads are really beginnings :)

Gwen Buchanan said...

Fabulous combination... this photograph is amazing... so much subtlety..