Best Charles River Poems
This morning we jogged early
I was back in my flat by six-thirty
From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin,
The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun.
The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped,
which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship.
I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into suitcases.
Cramming things into boxes, giving things away.
I had a second interview Monday afternoon, for Johns Hopkins med school. They put the question to me:
“The semester starts in 18 days - can you do that?”
“Yes,” I replied, and just like that, I'm a Blue Jay.
Of course, I had to withdraw from the masters program but Harvard gave me a full (95K) refund - I think they’re more excited about my med school admission than I am.
I’m not afraid of discordant notes.
They change the landscape.
Take us to new emotional places.
Any major work is going to have them.
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A song for this:
Hang on Little Tomato by Pink Martini
It's Amazing by Jem
Silhouette of trees dressed in chiffon prints
Oaks, pines, maples flushing their hair
I trail along their rumba curve
Way down to where young bushes nestle
Above gentle sail of Charles River
crossing a moat...slowly, foliage begins to drop
thin leaves in nearness of autumn’s embrace,
As more shredded timber follow in graceful float
Where mauve petals kiss the air.
The bronzing of glens and wheezing of mist
Reach a final close of summer fire,
Cluster of moments drape veined trunks
With sniffs of earthy scent, reminding me
How lush the branches swell against heat
Of August ‘s coals when two pairs of arms
Coated the moon with paint of reveries,
Fresh the meeting of palms fondling the barks
In a fleeting sketch of romance, and then,
Like a drift of frail boughs in milder rumba dips,
Trees hold sepia charades, until....
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St.Charles Parish
When René Robert Cavelier sieur de La Salle claimed this vast country of
Louisiana for King Louis XIV on April 9, 1682, the French Empire in North
America extended from Hudson Bay in Canada to the Gulf of Mexico. During the
next five decades, attempts were made to colonize the land and to integrate
Louisiana into the military, political, religious, and economic fabric of the
monarchy's New World holdings lover. Lonesome Charles has said he loves her
more for all of this.
St.Charles River
The Charles River is one of the most beautiful urban rivers in the country. In
cooperation with the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, the US Army Corps of
Engineers has implemented a program that not only protects the urbanized
watershed from flooding, but also safeguards valuable wetlands and provides
areas for wildlife and recreation lover. Listen to me early in the day the love has
grown and far outweighed the sad.
Saint Charles INFO
http://www.st-charles.lib.il.us/history/historicalbuildings.htm
Much of the information used to create this web site was found at the St. Charles
Public Library. The resources found in the Local History Files and Reference
area of the library contain information that can be valuable when researching
local historical buildings and people lover. Please keep me ici and ewe will
never lack for bliss.
Commonwealth of Virginia
County of Charles City
As Virginia invites the nation to come home to its birthplace in 2007, Charles City
County invites you to visit a place where you can discover it all - Four Centuries
that made a nation, Three Cultures that formed a union, Two Rivers that
embraced the land - all in One County, founded on the idea of representative
government - the idea that made America ewe lover . This secret poem is being
read by ewe this secret poem is stating this.
Wandering the cobbled roads of Boston’s misty night
The stars spun like dew in spiders’ web glistening with delight
Low I came to a bridge, stone and fair and white
Over Charles’ river dark it reflected pale and bright
Looking off the bridge of stone, at the river ever changing
The starry night, the bridge of white, fragmented, rearranging
As if under Charles' influence, every molecule trembled in its ebb
Which finally shook a sparkling star from night's illusive web
I watched the falling star dive, it dove with fiery might
When a great shadowed beast sprung across the night
It could not escape the Attercop who fed with great delight
She who spins the starry night with four pair spindly legs
And month by month rolls the moon, her hanging sack of eggs
When the moon 'gins to wain her children descend and brightly sing
Filling the night sky anew, with stars, which hang from silky string
And if her children attempt escape, to dart or flash away
She scoops them in ominous jaws, like crocodile's prey
Fear the Great Attercop in night, for dire is her sting
And on wandering children verdant, she is known to spring
Stay my child in your bed, sleep neat until the dawn
For it is the flesh of infancy she feeds her offspring on
Finishing Line Press. Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
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