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Daughter of the North

Updated on November 27, 2015
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Mihnea-Andrei Andreescu is a Romanian Symbolist/Avant-Garde poet and author of "Of Ecstasy and Sorrow".

'Twas a time,aeons ago

When I treked to frigid lands

Met-I graceful,sallow damsel;

Near her stood-I still,unmanned.


Yet my lady was elated,

Yet my lady was in bliss,

Agitation she abated

With a warm and lasting kiss.


Spent-we months and years together

Side by side and hand in hand;

Troubled-not 'bout thorn and heather

- Wheezing salmons on the strand.


Yet today mine heart droops heavy,

Miles away from icebound North,

Plumbic blood flows slow and weary

- Rooted leeches suck it forth.


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      Laurel Johnson 2 years ago from Washington KS

      I'm ice and sleet-bound here so really can relate to your poem. Well done!!

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      And soon, it will be time to spawn again...

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      Larry Rankin 2 years ago from Oklahoma

      Great read.

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      Korneliya Yonkova 2 years ago from Cork, Ireland

      Beautiful poem, reminds me of the snowy winters in my native country. We can hardly see snow in Ireland. Someday the rain will swallow us :(

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      Mihnea-Andrei Andreescu 2 years ago from Tilburg

      I am glad my poem brought you some memories back :).I have never travelled to the US so I don't know much about Seattle but I am happy my work has some form of impact.

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      Yoleen Lucas 2 years ago from Big Island of Hawaii

      Sitting here in steamy mildewy Hawaii, this poem makes me homesick for the brisk snowy atmosphere of Seattle. But I wouldn't return to the chaos there for ANYTHING!!!

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