The Wilderness We Abandon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Wilderness We Abandon



Lakes abandoned to the afternoon,
All humanity having left the wilderness
Leaving but the contemplative basins
Reflecting the verdure
Almost on the verge of a past emotion,
Like the tear kept in the eye of a dead man
As he is buried:

I like to look at you like this
When my wife and child are out walking
In the last of the afternoon
And a melancholy sunlight sweeps through
The knees of this house—

Ethereal muse,
Now you consume my passing art,
Stealing my senses away from empiricism's habits—
I enjoy lingering on the edge of your
Abandoned habitat
Until the humane desires, re-entering
With slothful pursuits of night

And I put myself to bed amidst the
Stagnant shadows,
The crypt that lingers upon your nature,
The promise of a never unfolding kiss
Kept inside the wilderness we abandon.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 01 October 2014

Lakes abandoned to the afternoon. Beautiful and expressive poem shared in this forum.

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