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Calypso in Modern Times
In the haze of the middle of the day,
There is sometimes a quiet moment;
When sweet summer falls on my mind.
Down in the valley, if I should see her,
Ocean eyes and Ophelia hair;
I won't care... that I can't talk.
All I will do is lay down beside her,
Where we shall dream to walk like Egyptians;
Casting spells on the evening.
And people pass by other people,
Moving without any isolated cases.
In my mind, there will always be this island,
In which her golden ideal resplendent;
Nourishes the grass as fresh as hay.
And the blue sky quenches thirsty eyes.
Though the wind might rise;
How could I ever sail away?
Occasionally
The mood of the poem is equal to each word that enhances it. This is an excellent example of words not being too strong for the line or diverting from theme and tone. Lovely write - ah Calypso! - slc