A Poetry Traveling Scholar Busts Out the Maps
Travel Blog • Michael Yessis • 10.05.09 | 5:11 PM ET
Where would you go if you won a scholarship to travel for one year outside of North America? That’s the question facing former Army infantry team leader and 2010 Amy Lowell Poetry Traveling Scholar Brian Turner. He writes about his deliberations—and the gift of travel—at the New York Times Home Fires blog.
Michael Yessis is the cofounder and coeditor of World Hum.
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Triston Youngblood Aka Char;es d barbee 10.15.09 | 3:09 AM ET
Fall leaves,Crisp to crunch, fragrance follows the winds desire. Never alone,but the empty sound. Fear the taste, fear the touch.
So empty, so hollow. My own dark grove,The last thought..Taking in my own heaven,Swallowing in all your own hell.Let me not be stranded, let me not be abandoned.
Three sisters, At the hands of fate, forever weaving the great blanket we forsake.. The forgotten, the broken, All singing in a dead ocean..I am the last, further more I am the past..
Let me go untouched, Let me go without a word..I am my own, Don’t follow and you’ll never know..For the hearts of many, and the many fates, Take my hand, and together we will enter through this gateless gate..
Triston Youngblood Aka Char;es d barbee 10.15.09 | 3:11 AM ET
We travel through the cockel burrs…
Following the winding ravine… Traveling for hour’s to find the hidden mean…Through the briar we go,chasing,
to the average the unseen… Brother’s of soil, brother’s at heart,
Following the ravine, chasing following to solve the riddle, Only you and I have seen…
The riddle that someone left behind,
The riddle when tooth come’s to grind,
The riddle that we have both to come find,
It was only you and I who saw the sign….