Very remarkable, Stephen. It hurts/not. Full fathom five.
mj
Stephen Vincent wrote:
>To be among the gentle
>Foolhardy, yes, indeed
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>Whether I want to
>Or not, to go dizzy with grief
>Indeed I do
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>Across the Bridge, under the Gate
>My father, my brother, both their ashes
>To be gone, drowned in the sea
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>What gowns the heart, what gowns the soul
>A black gown on the door knob, draped, turned
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>Splash water, splash sun, wind whip sail
>Crash wave, spit salt, clover on your tongue
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>Burial is the want, burial to be gone
>Know ritual into song
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>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.
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>Stephen Vincent
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