These days fly by on ragged wings, crow-black,
On winds that blow beneath bleak northern suns,
And once-dry stream with rushing water runs
In autumn flood; banks sink and branches crack.
You look behind at all that ran before,
The bright light dancing at the jetty’s end
That shone for someone else; here half-lights blend,
And in their changing depths lies something more.
It ran away, the past, and now it seems
The river’s strewn with dead things, yet the light
Shows water washes pebbles dazzled bright;
The river never dies, no more do dreams.
19 thoughts on “River runs”
the river never lies, amen
MORE MAGIC WORDS JANE, CHINA
Thank you! I felt like writing something with rhyme and rhythm. I’m pleased you like it.
I LOVE THE SIMPLICITY YET WITH SUCH MEANING
I hate poems that don’t mean anything or obscure any meaning with smart arse wording that nobody understands. Simple is good 🙂
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Wow–this is beautiful, Jane. There’s an autumnal feeling–the earth, life–but then there’s that summing up at the end.
Thank you! I made a comment to someone the other day with a reference to the Yeats poem, When you are old and grey, and the rhythm stuck with me and the reason why it’s such a great poem.
Ah–that’s what it is.
I can’t think of the word I want–but it makes me think of Barber’s Adagio for Strings.
That’s a lovely compliment 🙂 Lyricism is unbeatable. Even if the result falls far short of the great poets, it’s worth trying for.
Cool poem. My favorite line is: “On winds that blow beneath bleak northern suns” because it FEELS like winter descending.
Thank you. Often the autumn days are bright and golden, but the wind tells you that the gold isn’t giving out any heat.
That last stanza is what I needed today. Thanks Jane. (K)
I needed it too 🙂
I love the heartbeat of this. So earthy and humming.
Thank you! This is a heartfelt poem 🙂