Yes, Janet,
singsong mysticism in the best sense -
I specially like the wordmusic wordplay of:
A place where we walk by the water.
A dream-calm tarn, a
slow-motorcade river. A waiting,
continuing,
thoroughgoing sea.
Max Richards
on 7/9/05 7:02 PM, Janet Jackson at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> [Warning: singsong mysticism!]
>
> Amid the running
> 2005
>
> Listen.
> I brought it home turned low,
> smuggled low in my chest,
> in my gut.
>
> Who held, and was held
> once in a lifetime --
> once in a lifetime
> and always.
>
> Who looked into my eyes, who took my look
> once in a lifetime --
> once in a lifetime
> and always.
>
> Who will
> always
> look into my eyes, who has
> always
> looked into my eyes, whose eyes
> are my eyes -- hands, my hands.
>
> Whose mouth is an outline, a plan
> Whose eyes and hands make a circle
> Whose circle completes
> my eyes
> Whose hands define
> my mouth.
>
> Brought it home.
> Amid the running.
> A place where we walk by the water.
> A dream-calm tarn, a
> slow-motorcade river. A waiting,
> continuing,
> thoroughgoing sea.
>
> A castle, weathering, stumbling, its
> breaking body
> the pattern.
>
> Where we walk, where we are still, where we dance
> once in a lifetime --
> once in a lifetime
> and always.
>
> Amid the running.
>
> Listen. There's a gull. It knows.
>
> Janet
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> Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
> Poems at Proximity:
> http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
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