1. Home
  2. Poetry Magazine
  3. Poems
  4. Marco Polo at Finisterre by Matthew Brenneman
Marco Polo at Finisterre

Related Poem Content Details

For R. L. B.

For all the far-flung continents he'd crossed,
Revealing lands they found beyond belief;
For all the roads that lay behind him, lost
In caverns of some atavistic grief

He'd carried with him since he was a boy;
For all the years, he should be weary now.
How then could he explain this welling joy,
A old man on a wintry beach? Or how

It seemed the wind bore perfumes of a whole
New wilderness, a lush and green Brazil
Over the dim horizon of his soul,
Farther than memory, beyond his will,

Where even now, in vibrant canopies,
The twilight songs of bird to hidden bird
Rose up in wild, untutored harmonies
More lovely for their never being heard.

Source: Poetry

More from this issue

This poem originally appeared in the September 2000 issue of Poetry magazine

  • Search every issue of Poetry

Your results will be limited to content that appeared in Poetry magazine. Search the whole site

Marco Polo at Finisterre

Related Poem Content Details

  • Search every issue of Poetry

Your results will be limited to content that appeared in Poetry magazine. Search the whole site

Other Information