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[Lake]

(An oldie, dug up, edited, now repost.)

Out in the early morning

Dawn, a wooden cabin asleep.
Alone I take a trodden path
to Yellowstone Lake,
where everything is calm, quiet.
A tree trunk lies ashore,
half buried in the sand.
I climb on it and sit. Suddenly,
a golden gopher scurries away
under my bare feet,
as a line of wild ducks dot the waves,
rising and falling. Not far,
a man is fishing, content,
reminiscent of a legendary old man,
fishing with a straight hook, no bait.
I smile at this thought.
Again, the ripples roll gold and silver
dropped by the new sun.
I regret missing its leaping from the horizon -
its splendor, majesty.
The far ranges are
a mirage in the hazy clouds,
while the water murmurs rhythmically
against the shore, as if singing,
"Come earlier next morning."
My book lies forgotten in my hand.

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[[Lake]]

(An oldie, dug up, edited, now repost.)

Out in the early morning

Dawn, a wooden cabin asleep.
Alone I take a trodden path
to Yellowstone Lake,
where everything is calm, quiet.
A tree trunk lies ashore,
half buried in the sand.
I climb on it and sit. Suddenly,
a golden gopher scurries away
under my bare feet,
as a line of wild ducks dot the waves,
rising and falling. Not far,
a man is fishing, content,
reminiscent of a legendary old man,
fishing with a straight hook, no bait.
I smile at this thought.
Again, the ripples roll gold and silver
dropped by the new sun.
I regret missing its leaping from the horizon -
its splendor, majesty.
The far ranges are
a mirage in the hazy clouds,
while the water murmurs rhythmically
against the shore, as if singing,
"Come earlier next morning."
My book lies forgotten in my hand.

.

[Champagne]

Contrasting imagery of the constantly thinking mind and the serene natural world (surely including the content fisherman).

The poem ends calmly in contentment, and I like its ending.
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I'm Champagne,
Bottled poetry with sparkling joy.

[[Champagne]]

Contrasting imagery of the constantly thinking mind and the serene natural world (surely including the content fisherman).

The poem ends calmly in contentment, and I like its ending.
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I'm Champagne,
Bottled poetry with sparkling joy.

[anna]

Hi Lake,

I think I read this from you before. If not, at lease, the ending.

I think it is good.

Anna
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

Hi Lake,

I think I read this from you before. If not, at lease, the ending.

I think it is good.

Anna
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[非马]

Hi, Lake,

I like the revision. However, the "his" in the following two lines might be confused with the fisherman. How about using "its" instead?

I regret missing his leaping from the horizon -
his splendor, majesty.

[[FFFFFF]]

Hi, Lake,

I like the revision. However, the "his" in the following two lines might be confused with the fisherman. How about using "its" instead?

I regret missing his leaping from the horizon -
his splendor, majesty.

[Lake]

Champagne,

Thanks for spotting the fisherman and your like of the ending.

anna,

I'm sure you read this before. As I said it was an oldie reedited with some tinkering. Thanks for remembering the ending. A lot of people like it.

Lake

[[Lake]]

Champagne,

Thanks for spotting the fisherman and your like of the ending.

anna,

I'm sure you read this before. As I said it was an oldie reedited with some tinkering. Thanks for remembering the ending. A lot of people like it.

Lake

[Lake]

Hi Mr. Fei Ma,

Thanks for coming back to this. You have a discerning eye.
How I hope 'his' can mean both! But it is impossible for the fisherman to leap.

I have it corrected.

Thanks much!

Lake

[[Lake]]

Hi Mr. Fei Ma,

Thanks for coming back to this. You have a discerning eye.
How I hope 'his' can mean both! But it is impossible for the fisherman to leap.

I have it corrected.

Thanks much!

Lake

[ericcoliu]

As the poem proceeds, it moves toward serenity, the mood that combines joy and earnestness.

I like the ending, too.
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

As the poem proceeds, it moves toward serenity, the mood that combines joy and earnestness.

I like the ending, too.
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul