I find this more interesting than the other one, janet. But then I
never worry about what a poem 'means' . . . The I/eye keeps shifting
enough to keep from falling into a mere lyric secure self...
I'm assuming you meant to keep each section separate....
Doug
On 3-Jan-07, at 5:32 PM, Janet Jackson wrote:
> Nine levels
>
> 1. Crouched on the floor, cold, I look up
> and see the brand-new stars.
>
> 2. The air bubbles with starlight.
> Shout, cry, laugh, jump up.
> 3. Chant, crowd, surroundcloud, raincloud.
>
> 4. Feet still bound in boots of ancient skin,
> I wash my broken eyes in rain at last.
>
> 5. I never knew there were so many all-singing angels.
>
> 6. Observe the unedited stars
> and sigh to their starfire.
> 7. Bouncing in the doorway,
> I tear off all my masks.
> 8. In the surge of suns and planets take this skin.
> 9. Melted, spread and remade
> as plain space and as the rainbow.
>
> Janet
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>
> You cannot love alone
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>
>
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