Hi Patrick,
It's definitely all one poem. That's one thing I'm sure of. I suppose it works (with some editing maybe) or it don't (even with editing maybe).
And fair enough, it may not be clear in an obvious sense but I am interested in clarity, that is thinking through things, in the George Oppen sense, perhaps.
Thanks,
Jill
On 20/08/2015, at 2:14 AM, Patrick McManus wrote:
> Jill I am not sure what is happening -maybe feels like three poems to this old fuddled head!!cheers P
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> -----Original Message----- From: Jill Jones
> Sent: Wednesday, August 19, 2015 9:13 AM
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> Subject: JJ snapping at windows
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> DUD WINDOWS
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> Keeping sorry keeps nothing.
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> Those leaves you lifted
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> from some important breeze
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> don’t feel like paper.
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> Are they something
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> worth discovering?
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> Who says otherwise?
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> If we know who you are
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> if you looked that might
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> say different.
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> Do we need opinions?
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> Who went there once?
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> Who do you direct
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> your songs unto?
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> And who’s listening?
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> Who, indeed, stares out
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> of windows, looking
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> for someone to blame?
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> Windows and privileges.
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> Dead leaves, dud processes.
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> The list goes on.
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> I’ll be moving in that direction.
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> The one where I trip on my assumptions
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> where the concrete’s cracked.
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> Because I didn’t fix anything I said
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> I’m staring at sky from ground.
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> A storm’s coming out of the hills.
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> The air changes.
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