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Finding my way to your fragrant isle,
Sweet musky mysteries draw me from afar;
Shall I stumble ashore to wander in your forests?
Shall I plant my staff with a roar?
Danger and treasure, mingled and waiting;
So it ever is when we seek the unknown.
But remember this; the gods made us explorers!
We were never meant to bide at home.
First kiss, like the sun rising;
Could be we'll founder on uncharted shores.
But better we'll be if we sailed in vain
than never to have sailed at all.
(25 June 1999)I tried to write this in anapestic tetrameter, but it kept breaking out in spondees. Eventually I gave up and let speech rhythm have its way with the prosody.
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