Poetry/ Love Thyself

About this poem…

I enjoyed writing it a great deal. But actually I feel sometimes like someone is guiding my thoughts . It’s a new way to go in any case. A new direction for this blog.

Davidlind and me.

This one is about the trip Beth and I took to Boston this summer. We went on a boat ride on the Charles River. And I could see the Boston University campus where I went to school along the shore. A LONG time ago. I was an English major then and enjoyed reading poetry.  In 1972 I  applied to take part in a seminar conducted by Anne Sexton who was teaching there at the time.  Unfortunately she did not accept me into the group. And I went to hear Auden read some of his poetry at Boston College shortly before he died.

I should have made an appointment to see Ms. Sexton and talk to her about my desire to be in her class. At the very  least it would have been a great if brief experience and something to remember always.

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In my youth I wandered here

Or went from door to door

And pleaded, begged and lost my heart

To someone who was bored.

It never seemed to matter much

The things we tried to do.

We came and went and learned about

True loves that were not true.

And now I glide upon the wake

And laugh about those days.

I see my ghost upon the shore

And raise a hearty wave.

“Prepare my son for what will come

Forget about the morn.

Someday true love will follow you

And children will be born.”

“Have no fear about your days

Sleep soundly through the night.

Be a man and fear no woe

Seek beauty in the light.”

“Try to watch how others feel

And listen, think and grow.

Be a gentle man always

And plan where you should go.”

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The river ever softly flowed

He turned and walked away.

But I could see he smiled awhile

Into the fading day. As though

He heard a voice inside and saw

A silver path. That led one day

From his hard way into my heart

At last.

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Here are some more photos from our day trip to Boston

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12 Responses to “Poetry/ Love Thyself”

  1. Truddle says:

    Beautiful poem David, I love it!

  2. Davidlind says:

    Thank you so much. I really value your opinion of my stuff.

  3. Rahul says:

    I love your poetry David, and I really like the way you include your pictures at the end. Great job, keep up the good work!

  4. Davidlind says:

    Thanks, Rahul. I’m happy you enjoy it.

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  6. Davidlind says:

    Thank you for taking the time to comment. I appreciate it.

  7. Sire says:

    A nice sensitive poem David

    Sire’s last blog post..The Awakening

  8. Amul Mehta says:

    A Beautiful Work For Modern Times, So Saddeningly, But Peacefully True, I Couldn’t Agree With You Less! Loved Your Poem! You Have Probably Caught The Essence Of Living Our Lives In This Poem! The Way That It Has To Be! Just Loved It!

  9. Davidlind says:

    Thank you so much Amul.

  10. Such poignant writing. It brought tears to my eyes. I felt as if I was you feeling this, probably because I am remembering the times in my own life when I have reflected in this exact same way. I still do. When I have done so, I’ve often thought (while relfecting) how could I ever explain to someone what I am feeling right now. It always felt like such a deeply intimate and ethereal moment, almost otherworldly, out of time and place as if all of the times of my life were happening in the one moment. I am very moved by your ability to express this so beautifully.

  11. Davidlind says:

    I am so happy you enjoyed it. But where did the photo go? All the buildings have disappeared lol!

    Time to rebuild.

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