Homepage News & features History of Writing Poem of the week web Design Baseball umpire Search site Map favorite Links		This poem was written by Tom Nagel in 1967 in Granville, Ohio, while I was attending Denison University and one of Tony Stoneburner's courses on poetry. 4 a m the river   me'n the woman gettin up the mist floats over glass we squeak over a clean glass ripple yr finger over a clean glass & hear the morning birds rising the mist boat over we lean forward into the mist morning soft splash of the boat-fish   the morning   we see the sun & morning the sun of our morning brings us up the river * * * * * image the river imagine the river morning the sun-mist rising we float * * * * * * * come river we come come river we float into your now wind   now wind rising mist sun float into your now river light morning we come into your day our river we come * * * * * * river we have seen yr morning river we have seen yr glory river coming into the new day the new river filled with fish & stumps river our answer for today * * * * * stop at a light lighthouse river it is day see not the day lighthouse see not the day   we have stopped lighthouse buoy floating on rock in current river float on rock we have stopped to be yr glory light-buoy yr glory on a wide river barge on a wide river   bridge over a barge river bird over a bridge boy over a bird river we have stopped go feel yr glory river light on a hot day * * * * * * * * float on river your mud on a hot day float on river we have found our way we float river take us into the day come float river take us * * * * * * * fish big fish black cat black cat-fish swimming big how big is the biggest in you river how big is your biggest cat-river through sly eyes river you move on holding the prairie to the sea & the cat-fish river how big? * * * * * * * it is my soil you take river it is my soil you are taking river to the sea it is my farm river from spring floods gone now river it is i who remain river washed of all soil it is i who must return river to your waters now dark brown i come river to be reborn * it is a high bridge river it is a high bridge you carry under here i do not stand on the downwater side now river i have come to return i have come & will follow to the things you have taken from me river you have taken my soil river you have taken it to the sea i will follow river i will follow now & be un-river will you take me? * * * * * * * * I have seen yr end river i have seen you die to one greater river i have seen you tame river when yr glory is spent you are unanswerable river you exist undead you can be taken river you can pass & d i e
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