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By a Lost Riverside

By a Lost Riverside BY A LOST RIVERSIDE I David Wagoner The bedding stones, where we lay All summer at low water, Where we made our fires And our love through fall and winter And dreamed while gray-green Rainbow-making salmon Spawned as dose as our arms, Are gone now, carried downstream By the changed course of the river. Those earth-shapes on which we learned To keep our balance (walking Or lying down) have tumbled Deep and have vanished Side against smoothing side Where only water-breathers As cold as the current go To find the riverbed. We sit on the sheer bank. The stream the Indians called Sky reflects the sky Of a darkening evening. Love, remember: dry, Those stones were gray, but in rain Lay speckled like the eggs Of wild, bountiful, barely Imaginable birds In an enduring nest. T h e M is s o u r i R e v ie w http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

By a Lost Riverside

The Missouri Review , Volume 4 (1) – Aug 27, 1980

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Abstract

BY A LOST RIVERSIDE I David Wagoner The bedding stones, where we lay All summer at low water, Where we made our fires And our love through fall and winter And dreamed while gray-green Rainbow-making salmon Spawned as dose as our arms, Are gone now, carried downstream By the changed course of the river. Those earth-shapes on which we learned To keep our balance (walking Or lying down) have tumbled Deep and have vanished Side against smoothing side Where only water-breathers As cold as the current go To find the riverbed. We sit on the sheer bank. The stream the Indians called Sky reflects the sky Of a darkening evening. Love, remember: dry, Those stones were gray, but in rain Lay speckled like the eggs Of wild, bountiful, barely Imaginable birds In an enduring nest. T h e M is s o u r i R e v ie w

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The Missouri ReviewUniversity of Missouri

Published: Aug 27, 1980

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