Like Evangeline

[Voo]

Like Evangeline



Like Evangeline I will search for you henceforth
Through dream and world and life and death and beyond
Through valleys low echoing with my calls
And mountain peaks shouting back my cries
I will go on and I will not lose hope
The birds may take my pleas to you in pity
The wolf may howl my heartsong in the night
But I will never stop my journey towards you
I will not concede my loss and fight
The world is not so large a place that you are lost forever
In it's jungles, streets, it's woodlands and it's glens
The eye of my heart will surely find your hiding place
And joy will overflow me once again
I search, though foot weary and soul tired
I search, though humbled by the lack of sight
Very little in the way of clues has guided me thus far
But still, I look for you, my love, and I swear, will not turn back
And if, like Evangeline, I find you there at death's door, waiting
I will not say that my journey was fruitless or call the searching
Wasteful of my life
I will say, as that one did, in anguish and in joy incomprehensible:
Father, thank you for the beating heart that beat in time with mine
And for the warmth that slipped away to cold there in my hands
The love I felt one last sweet time as sweet as that I bear you now
Still searching, still looking, still walking
The roads of the earth that will, one day, lead me back to you.
by Voo
Feb 9, 2005 10:30 p.m.

[Voo]

This poem is referring to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's Evangeline poem and character. If you don't know the character and the story, this one won't make much sense to you. I just realized that. Evangeline and Gabrielle were separated not long after they married and spent the rest of their lives looking for one another only to meet finally as Gabrielle lay upon his deathbed, an old man. A very sad story but a picture of undying and true love.

[lizzytysh]

I'm very moved by this one, Voo. Undying love and loyalty I relate to so deeply. You've done very well in portraying the intent of your poem and the essence of the Evangeline poem, though I've never read it. I'll be finding it now.

. . . The birds may take my pleas to you in pity
The wolf may howl my heartsong in the night . . .

. . . And if, like Evangeline, I find you there at death's door, waiting
I will not say that my journey was fruitless or call the searching
Wasteful of my life . . .

. . . Father, thank you for the beating heart that beat in time with mine
And for the warmth that slipped away to cold there in my hands
The love I felt one last sweet time as sweet as that I bear you now . . .

I love these lines. Really incredible.

Beautiful, Voo.

~ Lizzy

[Voo]

I Was Born With Wings


I was born with wings that were clipped from my young shoulders
After running wild and free on this grim earth
After two or three years of flying and living
Innocent and unconcerned with terrestial things and human pain
The loss of my wings brought me anguish
And sorrow and heartache and terror
That would shadow me the rest of my life
And never let me know that taste of freedom again
Feet cannot be compared to wings
Feet can only run, they cannot soar
They cannot take you high above the clouds
Of despair and over and beyond the awful things
That wait in darkness to grasp your soul
Feet cannot outrun the thing that runs behind you
Or crawls below you or slinks in front of you
But wings! Wings can lift you up and away
To heights untouched by life's tragedies and hell's demons
Wingless now, I can only run and run and run
Run toward Heaven, where I've been told
My wings are waiting for me.

by Voo
Feb 12, 2005 2:30 p.m.

[lizzytysh]

Stunning, really stunning, Voo.

Your accompaniment of the pictures that inspired your poems, or that re-enforce them, are an exceedingly lovely addition.

I thought also of caged birds, with their clipped wings, including an exquisite painting by Bee, as I read your poignant poem.

Your words and thoughts are so warm and loving. I'm so glad you came here.


Love,
Lizzy