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    What and from where this quickening of eye and mind:
    That I've come away from my beloved Lowcountry
    For horizons more distant than those I might find
    Where gulls fly their circles and palms line the sea;

    Come away to this city where misshapen streets
    Lay on heaving land like the web of a spider;
    Where's something of those years in its tatty retreats,
    Those years of our trouble, though now we're the wiser;

    Come away where the ridges flow under the sky,
    To a mountainous ocean of waves green and blue.
    In chalk on a wall write that thing before I die,
    That one thing most of all I would do or undo.

    And see these young people spawned by revolution;
    They are truly our children and our rightful heirs,
    And all that we have is to them by reversion,
    But in that time to come, what's the worth of their shares?

    What else in their faces do we see there but loss?
    O lost go these causalities of our war of choice,
    Fallen down battlements of stone covered in moss,
    O lost go these wounded and I hear not a voice.

    But I see a young woman who smiles on the world,
    A fixed and faint smile of surprise and of wonder —
    As if the streets were gold inlaid, as if the walks were pearled.
    O lost it is that upon this earth we wander!

    O lost it is that through this city I wander —
    A boardinghouse where Wolfe lived all those years before,
    And find my heart for his words has grown but fonder,
    As I search these streets for A Stone...A Leaf...A Door.

    Wolfe House.JPG

    The Thomas Wolfe Memorial, Asheville, NC

    This was Wolfe's mother's boardinghouse in which he lived, on and off, growing up.
    Last edited by John Wertz; 02-05-2016, 05:23 PM.

  • #2
    Another solidly rhymed work, though, it is the thoughtfully told story that carries this one for me.

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    • grevisangel
      grevisangel commented
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      I like your use of the Thomas Wolfe references. My first favorite writer, and I love Asheville.

    • John Wertz
      John Wertz commented
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      One of my favorites too. Always wonder what he might have written, had he lived.

  • #3
    As I read though the post, I've notice a theme. Allen Jackson "where I come from, it corn bread and chicken. Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin" quiet the view you've posted.

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    • #4
      We're getting older, John

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      • #5
        You said it!

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        • #6
          I found this most reflective of changing times. A pleasure to read.

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          • #7
            Thanks so much. When I am in Asheville ( and Bisbee AZ) I often feel like a time warp -- back to the 60s.

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            • #8
              Thomas Wolfe, the greatest poet who ever wrote in prose.

              April is the cruellest of months.

              In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin', she said gently.

              Look Homeward, Angel
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              Last edited by John Wertz; 03-31-2016, 05:01 PM.

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              • #9
                My bad, I guess no modern day metaphors’ apply. The prefect climate,
                enjoy the view from the Biltmore.

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                • #10
                  Thanks divot.

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                  • #11
                    A wonderful read! Thoroughly enjoyable.

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                    • John Wertz
                      John Wertz commented
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                      Thanks graydon archer, Wondering if you have ever been to Asheville?

                  • #12
                    Although I've been in the Carolinas' numerous times, I have not yet visited Ashville. It may perhaps make my "bucket list"

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                    • #13
                      Although both are pleasant, I've always liked Charleston, SC, better than Asheville. The colors, architecture, history etc. It always reminds me of the pirate stories illustrated by N.C. Wyeth and Howard Pyle

                      https://theartpocket.wordpress.com/tag/andrew-wyeth/

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                      • #14
                        Charleston is an hour and ten minutes for us and we love it. Savannah, just across the river, is just as cool but a different look.

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                        • #15
                          The third stanza just gripped me especially - in chalk on a wall write that thing before I die that one thing most of all I would do or undo

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