Aha! Well, I'm a Buddhist, so while I'm "informed", and dabbled, it doesn't
ring a bell...<G>
Terrie
on 2/3/02 8:10 pm, tlrelf at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> Sally:
> I like how you maintain the basic "feel" of "Love Song", and you also
> maintain the irony, devastation, and so forth. I had to look up
> "antirrhinums"! <G> Vivid imagery. I particularly chuckled with the
line:
> "a football crowd of Scots..."
>
> I don't know who Simeon is? Unless it's a play on "simian"...
> Terrie
the Song of Simeon, better known as the Nunc Dimittis - depends what sort
of christian you were.
Am not going to use the word christian again for one week at least.
Sally
>
>>> Hyperpoem: A new song for Simeon
>>>
>>> And I have known them all already, known them all:
>>> the logs lying on beaches in Australia,
>>> ships going through the Panama canal;
>>> the elephant playing with paints provided
>>> by the recipient of the Indian equivalent
>>> of an arts council project grant;
>>> the great films and the worthy books
>>> the words in the books and the cumulative effect
>>> of the cellulose frames in the film;
>>> the lame excuses and protestations
>>> the mussels in the river without pearls
>>> and the mussels destroyed for pearls
>>> the stag baying on the hillside
>>> the ant scurrying under the antirrhinums;
>>> stories of survival at sea written
>>> by those who have actually survived;
>>> the walls of castles become insecure with age
>>> and the neglect of the owners;
>>> the turrets of castles built high and mighty
>>> on the skyline;
>>> a football crowd of Scots going home
>>> after being defeated by the English;
>>> the cousin, the second cousin, the business associate,
>>> the intractable daughter and the aunt,
>>> the pampered animal and the stray animal;
>>> records played loudly and regularly on the radio;
>>> musicians on city pavements carrying their
>>> odd-shaped musical instruments in cases;
>>> the leaves falling off the forest trees,
>>> and those that remain on their trees;
>>> the children filing into school, and the soldiers
>>> scattered over the battlefield;
>>> water turning to ice, desired and not desired;
>>> mankind who cannot be called happy until he is dead,
>>> but often makes a good job of the impossible;
>>> the boat coming in to the beach, the long crossed letter,
>>> the message bobbing in a bottle, forever unread,
>>> and winter flowers that come out every spring.
>>>
>>> And I have known them all already, known them all,
>>> no end to them
>>> until there is only one unknown left to discover,
>>> and it isnšt the world which will end.
>>>
>>> Sally Evans
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>> bw
>> James
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