Not far from Van – close enough?

photograph by Jon Walton


Will never again raise his baton, but                                                                                             The orchestra plays Tashkent,Bukhara, Samarkand.

Wind is a thread                                                                                                                                                Hanging from distant mountains.

Steppe grasses hiss                                                                                                                                        And sand, more sand, blows.

A pony waits,                                                                                                                                                      Feet together, head down.

Dusk drifts like a violet scarf                                                                                                                            Across day’s face,

Hush, hush, quiet,                                                                                                                                            Still.

Here at time’s end there is salt                                                                                                                    But no tears.

Borodin composed a wonderful piece of program music entitled “In the Steppes of Central Asia”. I took the liberty of adding some words to the program.  This is one of my favorite poems and the Fictionique site finally offered it a home.

Link to Borodin:


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2 responses to “Borodin

  1. Dear Mr. Walton,

    It is a rare experience to happen upon a poet like you. I cannot possibly say anything more: my comment would have no end and then I wouldn’t be able to attend to my sundry jobs. One of which is the online publication of a fledgling poetry journal whose editor would be honored to reprint some of your wonderful work. Perhaps you would consider helping me?

    Firestone Feinberg (a member of Society of Classical Poets)

    • I very much appreciate your comments and will get in touch with you. Poetry is humbling, however. I find my duty to the craft lies in listening to the poem, sometimes for years, before offering it for others to read.

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