In every nook and cranny

Land of Incarnadine Earth

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

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Musical notes Javanese gamelan, here singing voice

This is an older poem I created last year of my trip to Sumatra, Indonesia in 1999.

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