Where Water Runs

Where water runs,
Where the sea is flooded
By a little-less-than-undying stream
The waters run far below
But how little time there is
To dream and wonder
(And make yourself unhappy,
Disillusioned and afraid).
The waters run
Endlessly, (perhaps purposely)
As sorrows do
And must:
We must be stoic—
No. Failing, but resilient
But yet—with our eye on
The trite and conventional star.

                                   Published circa 1959.

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About the Author: New Orleanian poet E.R. Hille (1911-1991) surely thought the world was finished reading his poetry. Poydras wants to assure that never happens.