The mourning bells
Of Ohio churchyards,
Morning bells off
Belle Isle, Sanabel,
Tolling channel bouys,
Boys in bell-bottoms –
The sailors he loved,
Bluebells in Brooklyn
Sway without noise while
The waves change their watch
At eight bells
Ringing across the sound
Lost at sea.
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I love all the bells you have used here.. and the use of ships and sound..
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A lot of nice uses of the word “bell”.
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You had me at Hart Crane! Lovely nod here to a great poet & his words.
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And tough to write about him without at least some attempt to experiment and push the language. He was so amazing.
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Poignant and evocative. I think the repetition served you well in creating the mood of this poem.
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Thank you so much!
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I like the sound and play of words here. 🙂
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Beautifully eloquent 🙂
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I love the sound (or lack) of those mourning bells ~
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Thank you so much!
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