There was, before me,
Mile upon mile
Of snow, ice, burning sand.
And yet I could look beyond all this,
To a place of infinite beauty;
And I could see the loveliness of her
Who walked in the shade of the trees.
When I gazed,
All was lost
But this place of beauty and her.
When I gazed,
And in my gazing, desired,
Then came again
Mile upon mile,
Of snow, ice, burning sand.
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What would we do for true love. Walk miles through Ice, snow and rain upon burning sand. This poet paint a beautiful picture of love. -
Beauty is mixed with the present state. Altered state, mirage, flashback...all terms/or mental states that this poem makes me think about. There is something magical when the mind can be elevated from its present state and think on something pleasant, of beauty, of home. Philophant's sharing of the Siberian quote works well with this poem.
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"Beyond Siberia again Siberia,
beyond impenetrable forest again forest.
And beyond it waste ground,
where a blizzard of snow breaks loose."
the "mile upon mile...of snow, ice, burning sand" reminded me of this quote from Regina Derieva's Beyond Siberia, Again Siberia.
Edited on Nov 25, 9:32 p.m. because ''.
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