IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCE

Feathers and chestnuts
sea shells and stones,
old churches to pray in
silent, alone:
sitting half in the sunshine
and half in the night,
half naked in shadows,
half blinded by light .
A rugged old country,
red cows in the lane,
a little fox running,
the color of flame.
Mists on the mountains,
wild hawks in the trees
a faint song of freedom
in the gray of the breeze.
Slowly my face
turns the texture of stone,
old village walls
and mystical moons:
slowly my soul
finds the path of the wind
deep in the dark
of a wintry wood.
Chickens and berries
and goats in the grass,
silence and singing
of a love that passes
out into memory
with barely a sigh,
sweet in the shadows
of an opening eye.
Without a glimmer,
bereft of all reason
seasons are passing
into a season
when minds melt down
to the roots of the heart
where music and madness
and ecstasy start.
Feathers and chestnuts
sea shells and stones,
old churches to pray in
silent, alone:
sitting half in the sunshine
and half in the night,
half naked in shadows,
half blinded by light .

IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCE

Blake Steele

Molkom, Sweden

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Artist's Description

A poem written in 1999. I love France. Everything seems so elegant: elegant architecture, elegant trees, elegant looking people, even the old peasants in their uniquely French way. I feel so much soul there: in the old stones, in the rough paths through forests, in the animals, in the wild looking things staring at you from shelves in grocery stores..

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