{"id":751,"date":"2017-12-21T08:01:59","date_gmt":"2017-12-21T07:01:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=751"},"modified":"2018-10-11T19:46:02","modified_gmt":"2018-10-11T17:46:02","slug":"poems-by-blanche-darbord","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2017\/12\/poems-by-blanche-darbord\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Blanche Darbord"},"content":{"rendered":"

Images<\/strong>:\u00a0\u00a9 Blanche Darbord<\/span><\/p>\n

Glass ship of Goodbyes<\/u><\/p>\n

I took the sadness from my heart;
\nI took a bottle by its neck.
\nA storm was raging in the clouds;
\nA cloud came carrying all my hurt.<\/p>\n

I took a locket from my chest;
\nI took a bottle by its neck.
\nThe waves still swam beneath my feet,
\nIts wails slicing my beating breast.<\/p>\n

I took a letter soft with dew;
\nI slit the bottle by its neck.
\nAnd in the bottle sadly placed,
\nMy words of lasting love to you.<\/p>\n

A storm was raging in the clouds;
\nA cloud came down upon the sea.
\nAnd in the mourning waters went,
\nMy letter, floating in your shrouds.<\/p>\n

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The Delusional Philosopher<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The Delusional Philosopher<\/u><\/p>\n

A wise man reads,
\nHis white beard long
\nBeneath his chin.<\/p>\n

He reads of sun and moon,
\nOf oceans dried too soon.
\nHe reads of lost ships
\nand long-forgotten crypts.<\/p>\n

A young, ignorant boy,
\nWho cannot read
\nAnd never touched a book:
\nHe runs under the sun,
\nSleeps under the moon,
\nAnd sails on sparkling seas.
\nThe old man,
\nWise as he was,
\nWrote about the world.<\/p>\n

His wise words are
\n\u201cphilosophical\u201d, \u201ctimeless\u201d
\n                         – We say<\/p>\n

Yes, they are timeless,
\nTruthful by fantasies,
\nIgnorant of life.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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The Promise of Stones<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The Promise of Stones<\/u><\/p>\n

In the New Land waited
\nA man
\nSitting before an ageing
\nOcean wide.
\n\u201cWait for me,\u201d she had said.
\n\u201cI shall come back,\u201d
\nShe had promised.<\/p>\n

But the ocean turned to mist
\nAnd the man\u2019s eyes turned to foam,
\nAnd he wailed across the sea,
\nA last solitary plea.<\/p>\n

The ocean that would carry
\nHis love was, oh, so empty.
\nLo! She would not come
\nIf he had but dirt to pawn!<\/p>\n

So, above the cliffs,
\nFor her he chose,
\nA garden of whens
\nA forest of ifs.<\/p>\n

And on that land across the sea,
\nRich with uncertain certainty,
\nHe carved treasures into the stone;
\nHe carved his future in a home.<\/p>\n

But lo! \u2018Twas not a house he built,
\n\u2018Twas a castle that proudly stood,
\nLofty towers eyeing the waves,
\nStrong stones with bliss to save.<\/p>\n

And, across the carved ramparts,
\nHistory wore its mighty crown,
\nMysterious monoliths
\nMajestic obelisks
\nStood in harmony
\nIn this kingdom by the sea,
\nWaiting. Waiting for its queen.<\/p>\n

For hours, days, and years,
\nHe worked and toiled,
\nWorked with hands alone
\nAnd alone built a castle tall.<\/p>\n

How\u2026 remains a mystery,
\nIts knowledge buried in the sea.<\/p>\n

Yet, today there remains,
\nThis kingdom by the sea.
\n\u2018Tis named Coral Castle
\nAnd stands, waiting still.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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