<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Keys</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Broken ivories<br>playing<br>the blue piano<br>of the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have come<br>from the bitter city<br>to heal ourselves.<br>We have come<br>looking for a patch of beach<br>not yet built into a fortress<br>of real-estate greed,<br>a coral reef<br>not yet picked clean<br>of buried treasure,<br>not yet bare of birds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first night in the Keys,<br>I dreamed I was a bird<br>soaring over a hilly city,<br>soaring & dipping<br>like a gull or egret.<br>& I thought:<br>'Ah- this is a flying dream!<br>Enjoy it.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I really think<br>that my soul<br>has been transported<br>for a night<br>into the body of<br>a bird<br>& I was flying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woke up<br>exhausted,<br>arms weary,<br>eyes red.<br>The beach was dazzling<br>with its white sand,<br>the sun blinding,<br>& I seemed to know the palm trees<br>from above<br>as well as below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They root in the sand<br>with elephant feet,<br>yet they also root<br>their delicate fronds<br>in air.<br>& these are a comfort<br>as you fly<br>half bird, half human<br>through a dream of sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything was new<br>to a spirit<br>so divided<br>between two kingdoms.<br>The water was alive<br>with fish,<br>the air with birds<br>& palm fronds,<br>clouds, thunderous presences<br>of rain<br>gathering & parting,<br>& fiery sun playing through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew<br>that I stood<br>on a patch of earth<br>connected to the sky,<br>that my heart beat<br>with the sea,<br>that my arms moved<br>with the clouds,<br>that my flesh<br>was finally irrelevant<br>though it surrounded me<br>as the case of a piano<br>surrounds its strings,<br>while the fingers play<br>on the ivory keys<br>& the human music<br>rises to the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Erica+Jong">Erica Jong</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389952" data-title="The Keys de Erica Jong" data-description="Broken ivories playing the blue piano of the sea. We have come from the bitter city to heal ourselves. We have come looking for a patch of beach not yet built into a fortress of real-estate greed, a coral reef not yet picked clean of buried treas..."></div> </div> </div>

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