Except as noted, all images copyrighted by and should be attributed to E B Hawley.
I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Poetry: My Friend Jeff on the Baltic Sea

My Friend Jeff on the Baltic Sea

I used to ask my friend about everything.
Before he died on a sunny, windy day, I asked him,
Jeff, why do the swans swim on the Baltic Sea?

But silently he walked toward me for a farewell hug.
I said, Where will you go when you walk up the shore?
To see more swans swim, he said, on the Baltic Sea.

As he stood on the shore, the sun's warmth on his head,
I looked up at him. I wanted to walk with him up the shore
to watch other swans as they swam on the Baltic Sea.

The wind blew. I blinked. Time flew. Jeff -- Jeff left.
I wept -- yet since then I have stood tall without him
watching the swans swim on the Baltic Sea.

 

    Canon PowerShot A530, 23mm cropped, f5.5, 1/320sec, 0ISO,
    post-processed in the digital darkroom for color contrast in CS6.
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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.