The Greater Ferry Jack Harvey Poetry

local_library The Greater Ferry

by Jack Harvey

Published in Issue No. 237 ~ February, 2017

Afric and Ind,

my souls,

are fastnesses,

are fantasies

buried in the sands

of the cartographer’s desert;

green burials

hoarded up and treasuries

remote and golden

as Midas’ child

stone cold in the palace.

No gift

where the head remembers

and the heart forgets;


Tiberius’ bepimpled countenance

on Augustus’ aureate trunk.

Passions, crimes are

pursued to the end;

tumors grow powerfully

in the gloomy jungles

of beginnings.

Afric and Ind,

friends, tissues of fragrance,

plasmas, rivers

stretched from

hearth to hearth.

Queen Bess and her men

trod new-minted shores

it seemed

moonlings or troglodytes


tinkling cymbals

whining crumhorns:

soft Indian

and naked savage hooted

in bush and brake.

Precious scions

we amuse ourselves

with quaint voyages

to Muscovy or Ind;

simple hardships.

Africa and India,

my serfs,

are there.

Giants at bay

they push the sunrise

more and more to the east:

let our cowboys, our Ulysses,

our connoisseurs of simple rewards

take heed and,

move by move,

plant stock

on a safer shore.

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Jack D. Harvey’s poetry has appeared in Scrivener, The Comstock Review, Bay Area Poets’ Coalition, The University of Texas Review, The Piedmont Poetry Journal and a number of other on-line and in print poetry magazines over the years. The author has been a Pushcart nominee and over the years has been published in a few anthologies. The author has been writing poetry since he was sixteen and lives in a small town near Albany, N.Y. He was born and worked in upstate New York. He is retired from doing whatever he was doing before he retired.