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  • jjflashjjflash Posts: 4,344
    brianlux said:
    Ms. Haiku said:

    West Wind, 2, by Mary Oliver

    You are young. So you know everything. You leap
    into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me.
    Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
    any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
    Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
    your heart, and heart’s little intelligence, and listen to
    me. There is life without love. It is not worth a bent
    penny, or a scuffed shoe. It is not worth the body of a
    dead dog nine days unburied. When you hear, a mile
    away and still out of sight, the churn of the water
    as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the
    sharp rocks—when you hear that unmistakable
    pounding—when you feel the mist on your mouth
    and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls
    plunging and steaming—then row, row for your life
    toward it.
    I posted this in 2012, but Mary Oliver past away this week, and I keep thinking of this poem.
    I heard about that as well.  What a great poet and essayist.  Sad to hear of her passing.
    Ditto, Brian. I just recently found her work. Krista Tippett w/ On Being re-aired an interview she did w/ Mary in 2015ish. Definitely worth a listen. RIP, Mary. Grateful that'll her voice will continue thru her poems.
  •                                                                                       Imaginary Places

    Reading, we are allowed to follow someone else's train of thought as it starts off for an imaginary place.  This train has been produced for us--or rather materialized and extended until it is almost nothing like the ephemeral realizations with which we are familiar.  To see words pulled one by one  into existence is to intrude on a privacy of sorts.  But we are familiar with the contract between spectator and performer.  Now the text isn't a train but an actress model who takes off her school uniform piece by piece alone with the camera man.  She's a good girl playing at being bad, all the time knowing better.  She invites us to join her in that knowledge.  But this is getting us nowhere.

    (2002)
    Rae Armantrout
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 7,122
    1The silver fox has shed its tail now
    Left it by the frozen water
    The leaves were drifting down
    Now they are gone, gone, gone

    2. I draw milady's carriage
    Ever since her horse retired
    I don't think I can pull much longer
    I've never been this tired before

    3 Up jump the black chain dancers
    Empty hands that grasp for answers
    Fasten on to one another, fly
    Fly away

    4 Ariel is sweetly singing
    Wait you, just one more season
    You're not blind, you only hide your
    Eyes within your hands, within your hands

    Ariel, Ariel
    Ariel, Ariel

    5 There is no night like this night
    Where candles burn through daylight
    Minds restrained by golden tethers fade
    Fade away

    6 The sun objects with smiling sadness
    Roman highways laced in diamonds
    Sink like grave Atlantis into
    Dreams of other days they fade away

    7 Monuments to crippled madness
    Puppets dangle in the treetops
    The cold magician carves his voice in stone
    Then flies away, then flies away

    8 Ariel sings overhead
    Deaf men mouth the words she's said
    But they don't hear the songs she's singing now
    Oh no, not now

    Ariel, Ariel
    Ariel, Ariel

    9 As wild and unholy place
    As any place I've ever been
    You can knock and knock and knock
    No one comes to let you in, no one comes

    10 As solid and as fine a floor
    As any floor I've walked upon
    Broke beneath my footsteps
    I've got no place left to stand, not any more

    11 Loves to love and not to chain
    Some are lost but some remain
    Nothing can replace the light
    That once has died turned to night, no one can

    12 If I had the sense to know
    Which things count and which are show
    I'd hold my fate within my hands
    Instead of all these chains and bands
    Yes, I would

    Ariel, Ariel
    Ariel, Ariel

    Ariel, Ariel
    Ariel, Ariel

    Ariel, Ariel
    Ariel, Ariel

    ~Robert Hunter, Grateful Dead lyricist
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