The Eye Of Quebec

The Eye Of Quebec

A Poem by Scott Durham
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Nothing isolates like Nature.

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Where the river turns a perfect circle, 
there is a wheel of water
that will bring you round.

When the forest creaks, and fog moistens all;
 the shadowed ghosts shake hands 
trembling in the frosty mist.

Rene-Levasseur must have known it pure,
before secrets were constructed darkly-
some of concrete, but more-so, 
from the souls of silent men.

Fatal affection for ice, 
Not to live in romance
but surely, I cannot be born 
until the raptors settle at the cliffs.
 
As my shadow may fall
 on its flattened glaciers,
the lonely sea sucks the river out
rafting as a floe in circular infinity. 

The Manicouagan dreams itself 
and the world cannot intrude 
upon its tender virginity, 
for those dreams are the model of man.

© 2015 Scott Durham


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The mechanical raptors are ever circling, seeking a site for their solid nests. You are very eloquent.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Scott Durham

4 Years Ago

Thanks! I saw this crazy thing on Google Maps and was drawn in. I so want to go there someday.

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Scott Durham
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