Got this twice, but enjoyed it enough for that.
Have just been reading Sean Stewart's Perfect Circle, a novel about a
Texan loser who does see ghosts, although only memebrs of his rather
large extended family actually bother him. A neat connection.
Let em dance.
Doug
On 20-Apr-05, at 3:20 PM, SB wrote:
> I receive a visitation in the night
> from John Paul. He is throwing off
> his white robes. He is tap-dancing
> in ruby shoes. These mornings
> are cold, the color of steel. Fresh
> snow in the mountains, little petaled
> suns in the flowerbeds. Friends ghost
> up from history, emerging through mist
> like special effects. Here is Richard
> Greene, blood at his temple, pistol
> still smoking in his hand and here
> JFK, Bobby, Martin Luther King,
> the famous and the intimate all lost
> together. Terry Schaivo floats past
> on a cloud of pale parakeets. Judd
> places his hand on my head. Squirrels
> are ravenous with spring, trees
> filled with complicated song. Joan,
> with the certainty of the spiritual,
> tells me to take my time.
>
>
> --
> ~ SB =^..^=
>
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Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta T6G 2E5 Canada
(780) 436 3320
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
Hand and mind
and heart one
ground to walk on,
field to plough.
Robert Creeley
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