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A lot is indicated here in a small space. That is what poetry should do, eh? Janet On 15/04/2008, Nathan Hondros <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > Winter Clothes, Falling, Paris. > > > The clothes she wearsShould snap and bask > Through the morning cold > And the city sunlight that draws them closed. > I see faults in > Parisian counter-light, > In Haussmann's chalk coloured world > And the sudden grass that underwhelms > The Jardin du Luxembourg - > The winter cools utterly how many here? > Why would we care to look now when > She is betrayed but not alone - > I say: don't fall through all these sallow thoughts, > And she listens, knowing intimately how to fall > Through all sorts of false sense and fake selves, > Through both the hoping and the hopelessness. > -- Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> www.proximity.webhop.net (Poetry) www.myspace.com/poetjj (Includes my occasional arts & culture blog) The Line Mine, bulletin board for Perth poetry & spoken word: [log in to unmask] groups.yahoo.com/group/thelinemine Breastfeeding info & help: www.breastfeeding.asn.au