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Dark Pines Under Water

This land like a mirror turns you inward

And you become a forest in a furtive lake;
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
Your memory is a row of sinking pines.

Explorer, you tell yourself this is not what you came for
Although it is good here, and green;

You had meant to move with a kind of largeness,

You had planned a heavy grace, an anguished dream.

But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper

And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper

In an elementary world;

There is something down there and you want it told.

By Gwendolyn MacEwen 1969

influx: Magazine April 1999

Draw ng by Anchin Chu

Drawing by Ryan Semeniak

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Dark Pines Under Water

This land like a mirror turns you inward
‘And you become a forest in a furtive lake;
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
‘Your memory is a row of sinking pines.

Explorer, you tell yourself this is not what you came for
‘Although ic is good here, and green;

‘You had meant to move with a kind of lageness,

You had planned a heavy grace, an anguished dream.

But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper

‘And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper (i

Inan elementary worl;
There is something down there and you want it told.

By Gwendolyn MacEwen 1969

influx? Magazine April 1999

Drawing by Anchin Chu_

Drawing by Ryan Semeniak