03 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
There were no hedges, nor fences, in the bare and uniform countryside leading into the Netherlands. We were heading back into the crossroads of traffic back into the circus they had named Amsterdam. I could see no natural boundaries that separated the courtyard from the jester. (more…)
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03 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
I’m one who’s not worthy of the heights that I seek.
Untried strength may fail me, halfway up these mountain peaks
I suppose I dwell in silence, yet no fear to speak my mind,
still I frightened by commitments, of thought that cling like veins,
so the golden rays of lover’s light, may never find or lead my way
my path may always lead through night, still waiting on the day
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