Perhaps its own form of worship & praise, Jill?
Doug
On 17-May-05, at 5:57 AM, JT Chan wrote:
> The Smell of Oranges
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> My mother would ask
> if I wanted them cut or peeled.
> I'd answer that I wanted them peeled
> if only to see her fingers hold them
> like clay to be molded.
> After peeling their husk,
> she would put her thumbs in the centre
> and break each into halves;
> Later separate the slices, one by one.
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> I marvel at the flexible skins
> pulling away,
> not ever breaking at the pressure.
>
> - Jill Chan
>
> from The Smell of Oranges,
> published by Earl of Seacliff Art Workshop
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Douglas Barbour
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There are places named for
other places, ones where
a word survives whatever happened
which it once referred to. And there are
names for the places water comes and touches.
But nothing for the whole.
Bill Manhire
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