ST. GEORGES, QUEBEC— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
2 hours ride and northern Yankee New England
gives way to this river town of St. Georges
The river’s winds wind with the streets
and the town’s gothic church rises above
the arched bridge and the river’s promenade
Nothing here would deny I am in France…
occasionally a woman will look at me
with a look that I have come to recognize
as a look that only French women can master
both wide eyed and sensuously unabashed
They seem to value the clarity of their passions as
some of us value the clarity of our perceptions.
Their eyes and laughter shine like a child’s
through their European sophistications
and their passion lies just beneath their poise
wellsprings of feeling that tell me
everything else here is just a game….
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St. Georges, Quebec
Archive for the ‘1980’ Category
1980-04-12 ST. GEORGES, QUEBEC
Saturday, April 12th, 19801980-04-29
Tuesday, April 29th, 1980Oh, what dancing arabic eyes speak to me now?— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
as dark as the crusades and balustrades and minarets
high noon over Mecca and Mohammed’s’s sandal
they echo here to me in these Lebanese eyes…
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1980-04-29
Tuesday, April 29th, 1980I pound on the walls that bind me here— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
but they never lessen
my Age, Death, Insight …
the incandescent realizations of chances lost,
of the permanence of change,
they come and dance to me
when I stare in the mirror
ever step is more fraught with irrevocability
as I go forward
because I have so much more to lose
its always less the open slate now
and more the written Word … the patterns born,
and crucified, and calcified,
and finally … owned.
And though I pound on my walls
and drink the wine of these thoughts
into the depths of night…
it is.
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