211. A chance meeting
You called me from afar
across the wilderness of solitude,
and I was there to hearken
and to understand your foreign song,
a call which only the bereaved could understand,
a song of love and languishment
of missing the beloved but without heartrending pain,
no tears was in that song but only loneliness,
like from a crane got lost from her migrating flock,
a cry of melancholic forlorn alien beauty
of such singular enchantment and intriguing personality
that I felt recognized myself as something similar,
a hopeless case of alien nomadic yearning wildness
never quite at ease or peace with anyone
and least of all with my incurably outrageous self.
So might two wolves make contact by a howling song
across the frozen desolations of Siberia
and find out to their immense surprise
that they were not alone completely in this foreign universe.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-22 at 15:27
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