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Dark Pines Under Water
     Gwendolyn MacEwan (1949 - 1987)
     The Shadow-Maker (1969)

This land like a mirror turns you inward
And you become a forest in a furtive lake;
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
You dream in the green of your time,
Your memory is a row of sinking pines.

Explorer, you tell yourself this is not what you came for
Although it is good here, and green;
You had meant to move with a kind of largeness,
You had planned a heavy grace, an anguished dream.

But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper
And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper
In an elementary world;
There is something down there and you want it told.

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Date:December 16th, 2008 02:54 pm (UTC)
This is a hell of a convergence of many poems I love (parts of To Jane: The Recollection, Long & Sluggish Lines, The Garden, Into My Own, Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening, For Once Then Something, Repose of Rivers, Le Monocle de Mon Oncle), and yet I can't think of any that describe this precise turning in the quest. Well, perhaps Alastor?

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