In Goshen,
which is nowhere,
I loved her,
and she loved me.
As best she could
being ill,
and there were no sons for me
as my friend said
we were not allowed to breed
in Goshen
which is nowhere,
and then,
she had to leave,
to rise out of Goshen
which is nowhere,
to be near the sea,
to leave my soul
in Goshen
which is nowhere
because I loved her
and she me,
as best she could
out of Goshen
which is nowhere
somewhere near the sea.
And the tides passed
near that sea
somewhere out of Goshen
which is nowhere
where I loved her
and she me,
and she told me to go,
gently,
told me to go,
back to Goshen
which is nowhere
and the rain fell,
near that sea
out of Goshen
which is nowhere
where I loved her,
here in Goshen
which is everywhere
without her.
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Written August 11th, 2003
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chayeah
I agree wid everyone else -
this should be read while listening to opera.....
it's beautifully sad. -
i agree that the last few lines are comprehensive and all-inclusive. the progression of this was amazing, like it etched itself into unforgettable through the almost repetition. at first, it was confusing, but i had to give myself to it and then... then it was breathing.
enjoyed very much. -
Somewhere in Goshen, Indiana? perhaps?
Really sweet love poem..
"which is nowhere
where I loved her,
here in Goshen
which is everywhere
without her."
Those last few lines just bring it home, so to speak.
Nice write.
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Interesting - of what I have read of sci-fi...
this is very it...
"we were not allowed to breed
in Goshen"
Makes me cast my eye into a future world, to see that love still struggles, even there.
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