Thank you, Max, for this wonderful post. I genuinely appreciate what you
have said. Sheila
On Wed, Dec 18, 2013 at 2:01 AM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> she and the I -
> and she's known by heart -
> affirmations of a deep relatedness -
> each noticing the other and more than noticing -
>
> fumbling for it myself without knowing the birds that matter to Sheila.
> Guessing that the bluebird is then named as a cardinal…
> wheel wells may also be something not known in my part of the world.
>
> As for sass - I've long known the adjective sassy so guess this is the
> noun…guess.
>
> Others may wish I did not now post from the web:
>
> Urban Dictionary: sass
> www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sass
> Attitude, mouthing off, not backing down to the man, putting the smack
> down, opening a can of Bruce Lee.
>
> Ah the riches of American English, I can't help envying you-all, even if
> Sheila feels I am causing a distraction.
>
> There is a lovely mystery in the fresh ways this poem evokes relationship.
>
> Max in Melbourne
>
> On 18/12/2013, at 3:22 PM, Sheila Murphy wrote:
>
> > I love by memory her eyesight.
> > At the window, loitering,
> > a bluebird on the snow.
> > A cardinal. The dark tree.
> >
> > Something to think about,
> > She watched me work,
> > as I am working now.
> > The sun escaped my notice.
> >
> > Lines of birds,
> > snow smudged,
> > the wheel wells caked
> > apart from a direction.
> >
> > When I pray, it goes like this.
> > Her hiddenness, my learning.
> > Her legacy, my wild,
> > unspoken sass.
> >
> > Sheila E. Murphy
>
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