TRANSATLANTIC AMBIGUITY
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To ride a glider in the Pine Tree State?


    'Glider' --  a smooth-tasting word
   
    suggesting easy motion. . . 


No wonder I imagined skimming over

tree-tops in a slender,  silent craft-- or

with flick of liquid wrist,  launching balsa

gliders,  curving in the breeze,  drifting free,

until they floated down to earth again.


But a glider on the porch?  Now what is that?

     American expression certainly--


I went for Webster's,  found it thus defined:

''A seat suspended from a frame''--

a swing no less,  and shared by two,

gliding side by side,  side to side

so like a sliding tide on satin sand,

silky as some elusive sylph glancing

in a grove of silver birches glisking

grey in pale evening gleams glissading through

green-tender leaves,  inviting sylvan dreams. . .


Now on their lanterned porch the couple glide,

riding side by side,  side to side

in honeysuckle-scented air-- a man

sweet-riding with a honeymooning bride--

gliding contented in the Pine Tree State?



Stanley

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