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To Darwin in Chile, 1835

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by John Reibetanz

Published in the Escape: Summer 2008 issue.  » BUY ISSUE     

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broke in a single night, cock-crow finding him marooned
in a wreckage of denial. Yet if you could call
together all the coloured crystals of the east wall’s

stained glass window — most benign form of rock, stone’s thinnest shadow,
now shattered to stardust — you would see your life’s and this moment’s discoveries lightly prefigured

in the image of another storm-tossed man whose feet
tested earth’s rocky sediment and found it seafoam,
walking on water as you do now, as we all do.

Comments (1 comments)

Unni Krishnan Atiyodi: Sprung rhythm has a strange beauty. A man who can 'fence' with words alone is an expert in it. The romantic mood conveys a strange emotion. Antique objects speak of prestine glory. The church symbol evokes a scattered thought. It might be religious aberration or cultural bankruptcy and the remnants of the past is strewn everywhere. Interesting indeed! Writes U.K.Atiyodi, Kandangali, Kerala, India August 29, 2008 03:15 EST

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