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a cop's eye view of the world in poetry
by Anne Wingate
Category: General Nonfiction/Mainstream
Description: This is not "moon" and "June" poetry. There is some formal rhyme and meter, but there is a lot more free verse. I wrote them when I needed to write them. I rewrote them as necessary after I got my Ph.D. in English with a specialty in creative writing.
eBook Publisher: Live Oak House, 2005
eBookwise Release Date: July 2005
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [87 KB]
Words: 15902
Reading time: 45-63 min.
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Damballa Marches # I heard the waters crashing in the cave, And saw Stark faces staring in the dark, Solemn-sad ancestors--white-washed railings-- And I heard The voices calling in the dark, in the dark beside the fire, With the water's spray flung crashing I heard dark voices calling, # Mama-Loi! Papa-Loi! Great Damballa--Damba-Loa! # Still the waters crashing in the cave, And I heard the weird reply, Heard the meaningless reply Of the singing, shrill-voiced women, # "That way, too, leads out of doors! In the cave is still outside!" # Still the waters crashing, splashing, Flung the spray in faces staring Down like portraits on the wall, Pale, stark portraits on the walls, High, pale walls with blue wall-paper And the elegant engraving Of the molding on the walls. # Still the sea came, crashing, crashing And the howling winds blew free From the cave and from the darkness; From the fireside all around. # Still the voices chanting, singing, Summon up Great Damba-Loa Summon up The god Damballa From his home Beneath the sea! # And the flames leaped higher, higher Like the fire that blazed the pathway Of the blue-clad Sherman marching From Atlanta to the sea! And the voices from the islands And the voices from the shorelines And the sunken lands that lie between The forests and the sea, Chanting, chanting, Chanting darkly, Singing loudly, # Great Dambala, Hear your children? Come and hear us! Set us free! # 1967(?)--Albany(?)
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