Strong, indeed, Stephen.
Odd that Dylan Thomas made its way into your sound here, & to the
point, too....
Doug
On 25-May-05, at 12:31 PM, 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
>
>
Douglas Barbour
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Words cling to other words
As we have seen, although even these are
Migratory and the forgotten shows through as correction.
This noun has been defunct for centuries.
Ann Lauterbach
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