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From: The Pennine Poetry Works [mailto:[log in to unmask]]On
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Sent: 03 August 2002 18:35
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Subject: The Promise
The Promise
The scent of wild roses hovers [interesting use of 'hovers'- in this
line it is intransitive, but by the next, it feels like the angels are being
made to hover by the smell]
angels in every direction
Named Ryfkah
I seek the stranger
dusty and worn
I draw water from our desert well
wait for he who is yet to arrive
The sheep and goats gather
in the greening grassland
barren for a generation
now fecund once again
My womb sings desire
My tongue clicks to its harmony [great echo - deeply embodied
singing,translated as verbal clicks]
luscious as morning songbirds
The prussian heaven licks my face
I smile at Earth's four corners
wave my arms up and down
gather the elements for sustenance [a bit abstract for me]
A messenger comes
The caravan follows
I hurry to quench the man's thirst
then his beasts'
bathe his feet in rosewater
My beloved's servant [who he?]
offers stars and sand [magic last two lines]
a worthy bride price
I leave to meet promise [not sure about this]
Ryfkah 8/3/02
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