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Acolyte, v. 1, issue 4, Summer 1943
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it goldenly into space. Instantly he regretted that he had done so. A dark circle remained on the stone--blood clotted into the porous surface. He watched a while, then shaking with bewilderment--though in his heart he knew--lifted his eyes to the gold and gore of the sunset. There massive clouds, acres in extent, hid the sun but left an empty space. Across this window of the heavens undulated the expiring sunrays. A nimbus shone there---a sign was blossoming out. Something was congregating out of the welter--being borne in on lapping waves from the farthermost spatial and temporal sea, growing stronger with each wave. With bloodshot hectic eyes and grinning teeth he sought to make it out. But it did not resolve itself. So he stood there as the birds, clamouring to the nest never built for them, came in from wherever they had been; from the huts of men in green-shadowed forests; from the broken highways, from the changing streams and changing mountains; and from the land, broad and unattainable, beneath him. (August 1938 - June 1939. Mexico City and San Francisco.) ACROSS THE RIVER by Duane W. Rimel -oOo- What lies across the open river Where the shoreline dimly gleams Beyond the mist that softly lingers Like a veil of ghostly dreams? Where is that spire which gently rises Far above the treetops sere? Whence comes that distant, fevered tolling That disturbs my troubled ear? At dusk I see faint lights a-twinkle In the willows by the Snake; There are no houses, yet the gleaming Has a source beyond mistake. Where are the silent craft that slighter Near the dark and gloomy shore, Their names obscured by fog and distance--- Haunting me forevermore? Where is that edifice so lofty Bathed in twilight's afterglow, Its gables rearing dimly skyward, Hiding secrets none should know? There is no answer; I have been there, Searched the cobbled streets in vain; But when I come across the river All these fancies live again. ---ooOoo--- (Note: [[underline]]Across The River[[end underline]] is the second in the series of Duane Rimel's poems dealing with the Snake River.) -- 14 --
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it goldenly into space. Instantly he regretted that he had done so. A dark circle remained on the stone--blood clotted into the porous surface. He watched a while, then shaking with bewilderment--though in his heart he knew--lifted his eyes to the gold and gore of the sunset. There massive clouds, acres in extent, hid the sun but left an empty space. Across this window of the heavens undulated the expiring sunrays. A nimbus shone there---a sign was blossoming out. Something was congregating out of the welter--being borne in on lapping waves from the farthermost spatial and temporal sea, growing stronger with each wave. With bloodshot hectic eyes and grinning teeth he sought to make it out. But it did not resolve itself. So he stood there as the birds, clamouring to the nest never built for them, came in from wherever they had been; from the huts of men in green-shadowed forests; from the broken highways, from the changing streams and changing mountains; and from the land, broad and unattainable, beneath him. (August 1938 - June 1939. Mexico City and San Francisco.) ACROSS THE RIVER by Duane W. Rimel -oOo- What lies across the open river Where the shoreline dimly gleams Beyond the mist that softly lingers Like a veil of ghostly dreams? Where is that spire which gently rises Far above the treetops sere? Whence comes that distant, fevered tolling That disturbs my troubled ear? At dusk I see faint lights a-twinkle In the willows by the Snake; There are no houses, yet the gleaming Has a source beyond mistake. Where are the silent craft that slighter Near the dark and gloomy shore, Their names obscured by fog and distance--- Haunting me forevermore? Where is that edifice so lofty Bathed in twilight's afterglow, Its gables rearing dimly skyward, Hiding secrets none should know? There is no answer; I have been there, Searched the cobbled streets in vain; But when I come across the river All these fancies live again. ---ooOoo--- (Note: [[underline]]Across The River[[end underline]] is the second in the series of Duane Rimel's poems dealing with the Snake River.) -- 14 --
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