Wednesday, March 16, 2016

"Marriage of Many Years" by Dana Gioia


Our tribal chants, our dances round the fire
performed the sorcery we most required.
They bound us in a spell time could not break.
Let the young vaunt their ecstasy. We keep
our tribe of two in sovereign secrecy.
What must be lost was never lost on us.


excerpt from 99 Poems by Dana Gioia

[photo - Río Cangrejal, Pico Bonito, Honduras]