View From The Northern Wall: Take Me To The Field Beyond

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Take Me To The Field Beyond

Take Me To The Field Beyond

Take me to the field
Beyond this strange place I made
By choosing to fence
The wildlife away from crops
I thought so in need of me,

Of my protection.

Exhausted today,
Worn away with tidy work.
I need to stop this,
Let the wind find me.

October 29, 2008 7:00 AM
Rewritten April 29, 2011

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MarsoDecember 24, 2015 at 12:46 AM
I like the feel of this poem. The line "Let the wind find me" is powerful.
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The View From The Northern Wall

Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.

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Take Me To The Field Beyond

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