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From Across the Line (Free verse) by Dovina
(After Psalm 137) By Flynn’s Creek, I sat and wept, remembering Pasadena and the God of my father. There on a poplar, I hung my guitar, for there my captor asked for a song. My tormentor demanded songs of joy: "Sing me a song of Pasadena and the God of your father." How can I sing the songs of my youth while in a foreign land, to which I fled while my father wept? If I forget you, O my father, may my right hand forget its skill; may my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth. Remember, O Lord, what I did on the day I fell. "Tear it down," I cried, "tear down the foundations of my faith!" O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is he who repays you, he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.

Down the ladder: Sins of a Father

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.75
Weighted score: 5.2086053
Overall Rank: 4482
Posted: September 4, 2006 6:56 PM PDT; Last modified: September 4, 2006 6:56 PM PDT
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[9] Ranger @ 86.142.241.178 | 4-Sep-06/11:40 PM | Reply
Glorious
[n/a] Dovina @ 70.38.78.229 > Ranger | 5-Sep-06/4:32 PM | Reply
Dismal
[9] Ranger @ 86.142.241.175 > Dovina | 5-Sep-06/11:21 PM | Reply
Que?
[n/a] Dovina @ 12.72.42.240 > Ranger | 6-Sep-06/1:55 PM | Reply
Gloriously dismal predicament.
[9] amanda_dcosta @ 203.145.159.44 | 5-Sep-06/6:12 AM | Reply
Wow D. Looks like you haven't come up with something really really good in a long time until now. Cheers.
[n/a] Dovina @ 70.38.78.229 > amanda_dcosta | 5-Sep-06/4:31 PM | Reply
I had to laugh at the way you phrased that. But thanks.
[9] nypoet22 @ 70.149.108.240 | 10-Sep-06/9:46 PM | Reply
i love this except the last line of the second to last stanza and first line of the last. i was really pining to see the poem close where it opened - if i may be so bold:

"tear down the foundations of my Rose Bowl!"
O Daughter of Disneyland, doomed to destruction,
[n/a] Dovina @ 12.72.43.12 > nypoet22 | 11-Sep-06/7:02 AM | Reply
Yep, those are good suggestions. Thanks.
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