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Water Clocks YOUR FAVOURITE POEM KATHERINE LARSON-


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The singing of the blind school
    children and the
Mediterranean’s flat expanse are metaphors

for every kind of solitude made
    forgivable by time.
The hillside museum with rows of empty

earthen vessels is full of it. A stillness
    so replete 
it resembles something like intimacy.

A fullness only partially fathomed. 
    Like water clocks
and sundials that allowed time to be

translated into elements: dropletsshadows.
    And the laughter
of bathers from the spiaggetta.

                        ~

The train stops just outside of Naples
    where I buy a glass
of cold juice squeezed from tangerines

and walk into Pompeii. I couldn’t have
    imagined the
magnitude of it. Brilliant pillars flush

with sky. Temples where sunlight
    streams white
and seems to radiate from inside

the stones. Certain histories require
    forgetfulness.
Others, strict belief. But I think

some histories live us. In the higher cities
    of the brain,
even the speechless ones are burning.  

KATHERINE LARSON 

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I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

One response

  1. This Katherin Larson poem has such a languid beauty and was worth reading for this insight, alone:
    ” Certain histories require
    forgetfulness.
    Others, strict belief.”

    Cheers

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