This land like a mirror turns you inwardAnd you become a forest in a furtive lake;The dark pines of your mind reach downward,You dream in the green of your time,Your memory is a row of sinking pines.Explorer, you tell yourself, this is not what you came forAlthough it is good here, and green;You had meant to move with a kind of largeness,You had planned a heavy grace, an … [Read more...] about Gwendolyn MacEwen: ‘Dark Pines Under Water’