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From: "Edmund Hardy" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, April 24, 2005 12:49 AM
Subject: Re: S. Purcell
> And I think Sally Purcell's poems really breathe some other air - a kind
> of
> medieval, magical, sensible, painful world - definitely a poet to
> remember -
> and these strange crystalline poems get better and better through the
> Collected. Her collection of Provencal poems is also very fine. A short
> poem:
>
> Long streaming waves unfurl
> through my blood's Mediterranean
> - love has taught it tides.
>
>
I have only one Sally Purcell poem that I can paste in and it is not typical
because the language quality in her poems was remarkable whereas this is
more run-of-the-mill, and she visibly tells a story (which became her own)
whereas usually in her poems she writes down a fragmented vision giving few
clues. Here is the poem:
Let others write about you, or else you can stay unknown;
let a man praise you if he likes to sow the sand.
For believe me, all your gifts go with you,
carried out in one coffin one dark day,
and the passer-by will scorn your bones --
he will not say, `This ash was once a learned girl.'
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