Lawrence, when I read this, I go somewhere that is powerful in terms of
integration of feelings from multiple places. I am not inclined to analyze.
Instead, I go with you, I go with what you propose. It is a very strong and
honest venture. I really love the power of it.
Sheila
On Tue, Jun 2, 2015 at 9:27 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> If I lived elsewhere, this version had died
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> in draft, crossed through and much overwritten –
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> as once I was foetal, fishlike. There are,
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> of us, ocean qualities; though we need boats
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> for life, bringing us to dry mountain tops.
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> Ghosts jangle their ways into their lost peace,
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> denying that which they must acknowledge.
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> What I have been, my pen pushes through me,
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> writing all that I am since becoming.
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> My hand and I are guided. Like a beast
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> led to new pasture. Or a well-fed horse
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> suddenly burdened by someone not itself,
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> of doubtable love, spurring; who does no harm
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> yet leads it into harm. I am too young
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> in brain to do anything otherwise. I am
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> here now; and now is all I’ve ever known.
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> He whose experience taught me of him
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> is not accessible today. Not here.
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> My memory updates a teacher’s chalk list.
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> My imposed tasks and my weird brief identity.
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> All of my now lost years are new leaf mould
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> and myth. My poor recall’s a charm on the dead.
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