Or was that Thomas?
Sorry, a bit discombobulated at the moment. Went up to Newcastle this
evening to hear Jane Hirshfield read, which was a marvellous experience. On
the way back two different sets of drunks, one violent and the other merely
very loud, had to be taken off the train by police at two different
stations. The loudest confided, fortissimo, that he was a Geordie (i.e. from
Tyneside) Irishman who lived in the Village in New York, where he was a
policeman who had killed ten men, and if the man he decided to sit next to
didn't confess he would burn him. The guard asked me if I was all right
(they were in the seat behind me), and when I said I thought so, he
disappeared for the next half-hour. Talk about an evening of contrasts!
> Ravenscroft's Psalter, 1621????
> joanna
----- Original Message -----
From: "deborah russell" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, October 26, 2005 6:32 PM
Subject: Re: Tangled, Snap
anyone heard of John Ravenscroft ?
snap, revised somewhat:
http://authorsden.com/deborahrussell
>Tangled Strands
>
>The ocean's complex
>whirls arrest eyes and senses,
>the silent rise of dawn
>over the distant shore . . .
>Wind tangled strands,
>in gentle hands, loosen
>as before, I twist my hair
>in a well-versed braid
>Your poem unravels -
>erases and fades,
>recomposes time,
>in a narrative of love;
>your poetry weaves
>through the shadow of
>my lashes . . . it seems
>long ago, and so hard
>to believe; when we
>wrote of love, illegible
>
>Deborah Russell, © 2005
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