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WEDDING
For Rachel and Gil
(After
Goethe’s Nähe des Geliebten)
I think of you
when
dabs of sungold make the ocean gleam.
I think of you
when
the moon’s face is painted in the stream.
I
see you on the equator in a light
which the road bakes,
or
when on a wet bridge in the hot night
a figure quakes.
I hear you speak
against
the sea’s unfathomable slur.
I hear you speak
and
give the mute trees a live character.
I
am beside you when you’re far; we are
that primal pair.
When
the sun dies and star leaps after star
we will be there.
Alan
Marshfield
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