When I set out to Angeles, <br />six thousand miles away, <br />my rhyme was on the spray, <br />and I was far from loneliness <br />when I set out to Angeles, <br />six thousand miles away. <br /> <br />What should bechance in Angeles <br />once I had traveled west <br />I hardly ever guessed, <br />nor did my wisest wife then guess <br />what would bechance in Angeles <br />when we both moved out west. <br /> <br />Together in Los Angeles <br />with wives who’re wise there’s magic, <br />yet sometimes something tragic <br />can lead to great distress, <br />both high and dry in Angeles, <br />pacifically pelagic. <br /> <br />Inspired by Thomas Hardy’s “When I Set Out For Lyonnesse”: <br /> <br />When I set out for Lyonnesse, <br />A hundred miles away, <br />The rime was on the spray, <br />And starlight lit my lonesomeness <br />When I set out for Lyonnesse <br />A hundred miles away. <br /> <br />What would bechance at Lyonnesse <br />While I should sojourn there <br />No prophet durst declare, <br />Nor did the wisest wizard guess <br />What would bechance at Lyonnesse <br />While I should sojourn there. <br /> <br />When I came back from Lyonnesse <br />With magic in my eyes, <br />All marked with mute surmise <br />My radiance rare and fathomless, <br />When I came back from Lyonnesse <br />With magic in my eyes!<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/los-angeles-2/
