I can't believe no-one has said this... what a lovely poem!
Janet
On 07/12/2007, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> I send you these three things: a sparrow, an autumn leaf, a squirrel. You
> send the squirrel back.
> I send you a chickadee. You tell me: We could hurt a lot of people, if we
> gave ourselves license.
>
> You send me license. I send it back, with regret. You return the regret;
> you
> refuse it. I tell you:
> We have rain here. It is dreary. The garden is gloomy. Even this room,
> with
> its tokens and paintings,
>
> with its candles, its chandeliers and Buddha's from elsewhere, even this
> room, is dim. The cats,
> the dogs, the books in their paper bindings -- we all sleep. The prayer
> rugs, spread out on the floor,
>
> are dusty and thin. You tell me I walk a dangerous line. I ask if you ever
> believed? You refuse
> to discuss it. You hold a dying man in your arms. I hold a dying man in my
> arms. They waste away
>
> in our arms. I send you a poem, a wide summer sky, a hope for the future.
> You keep the poem.
> You send me your children, but they slip away. One is drowning now, caught
> in the undercurrent.
>
> I send you a book of autographs, of photographs, of words. You send me
> silence. I send you a thorn,
> pulled from my side. I send you cinnamon, cardamon, and salt. I send you
> bitter lemons. The glaciers
>
> are melting, the plains are parched. But still each day I put out seed for
> the birds. I save the bits
> of stale bread. I wait, I watch, for something. I ask you: What is this?
> You
> tell me: It is what it is.
>
> --
>
>
> ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
>
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Janet Jackson
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