WHERE YOU GO
By Clare Harner
I am tired of wandering;
I would have a fire
And I would have a window
Where I could view a spire.
I would have a cottage,
A dog, a Persian cat;
And I would have some chickens
And sparrows' friendly chat.
But I love your restless spirit . . .
You shall never know
That I would want a garden
Where yellow asters grow.
—From The Gypsy
Reprinted from The Gypsy poetry magazine, volume 12 (June 1936) page 15. This is the second of two poems by Clare Harner in The Gypsy. The first was Clare Harner's Immortality, published in the December 1934 issue.
I think it a very lovely, heartfelt poem. I love how it speaks to me, of my own tug and pull, to be settled now, within my years, versus my inner youthful yearning to pick up and wander off to wherever, whenever I please.
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