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Feb. 24th, 2010 | 12:54 am

Dug up this villanelle I wrote waaaaaaaay back when I was a freshman at Ithaca and reworked it a bit. I'm of too much of two minds to know if it's any good. What do you think?

Pebble

I sit and watch the weather-weary beach
throwing sand smooth stones into the waiting tide.
Little dreams of things forever out of reach.

Tethys and Oceanus murmur in their secret speech
articulating a language in which only they confide.
As I sit and watch the weather-weary beach

A lone gull serenades, curses his soulless breach
(his gray sky open and acrid and wide
and dotted with dreams forever out of reach.)

His helpless cry begs for what is deserved to everyone. Each
his tones resound around while through gale he glides
hoping forever to avoid that weather-weary beach

full of sadnesses too great in number, too infinite to teach,
and the shells of hearts, impassionate, unkind
and dreams of things forever out of reach.

So I turn back, and, as to a waiting choir, preach
of life and hearts ripped straight out from the side,
of fecund days and a weather-weary beach,
and dreams of things forever out of reach.
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