The upper reaches of the Breede River (near Swellendam)

Friday poem: My River Runs to Thee

Here’s something from another of my favourite lady poets… The strong, independent Emily Dickinson.

My River Runs to Thee – Emily Dickinson

162.

My River runs to thee—
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?
My River wait reply—
Oh Sea—look graciously—
I’ll fetch thee Brooks
From spotted nooks—
Say—Sea—Take Me!

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Clare

Lapsed mathematician, creator of order, formulator of hypotheses. Lover of the ocean, being outdoors, the bush, reading, photography, travelling (especially in Africa) and road trips.

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