Wonderfully written Stephen.
Thank you.
-Peter Ciccarielllo
-----Original Message-----
From: Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Wed, 25 May 2005 14:11:11 -0700
Subject: Re: Snap - Vincent
Thank you, MJ. Circumstance and that talk of Dylan T clearly got me going
here!
> Very remarkable, Stephen. It hurts/not. Full fathom five.
> mj
>
> Stephen Vincent wrote:
>
>> To be among the gentle
>> Foolhardy, yes, indeed
>>
>> Whether I want to
>> Or not, to go dizzy with grief
>> Indeed I do
>>
>> Across the Bridge, under the Gate
>> My father, my brother, both their ashes
>> To be gone, drowned in the sea
>>
>> What gowns the heart, what gowns the soul
>> A black gown on the door knob, draped, turned
>>
>> Splash water, splash sun, wind whip sail
>> Crash wave, spit salt, clover on your tongue
>>
>> Burial is the want, burial to be gone
>> Know ritual into song
>>
>> To go down with the dead
>> To go down into the sea with the dead
>> To marry the ghost, father ghost, brother ghost
>> To go down, down among the dead
>> To wash and to cleanse
>> To turn ashes into will
>> To swim gracefully
>> To be reborn
>> To be shaken
>> To be gowned in light
>> This burning baptism
>> Blood on the tongue
>> Do not go gentle
>> Do not go gentle
>> Wind sail wind.
>>
>> Stephen Vincent
>>
>>
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