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April 25—a remembered holiday Land of Incarnadine Earth In memoriam W. Vogt-Gossiaux In memoriam L. van Geenen-Vogt I’ve been to the land of pinkish red earth Where the houses white with bright crimson rooftops Where the houses brown with pale grey plates The sky warm en moist and odorous For trees and incarnadine earth six, five, six, seven, six, five, six, seven six, five, six, seven, six, five, three, two Daughter of incarnadine earth With green and greener, greenest Light of the sun, bright light of the sun On the brownest of earth Aqueous water, yellow, sandstone and grass six, five, six, seven, six, five, six, seven six, five, six, seven, six, five, three, two Squatting and looking and feeling in earth My feet, my toes, my ankles, my legs Deep into the earth, deep into the sand Deep into this land of incarnadine earth Sings my heart, calls my heart, sounds my heart six, five, six, seven, six, five, six, seven six, five, six, seven, six, five, three, two I watched your crags with both my eyes I have felt your rocks with both my arms Lines of melancholy and truth and worth six, five, six, seven, six, five, six, seven six, five, six, seven, six, five, three, two White rock, green land Incarnadine earth Note ▼ This is an older poem I created last year of my trip to Sumatra, Indonesia in 1999.
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