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poems and photographs 55
(photographs: Tom Davis)
Saturday, May 30, 2009
resurrection
I called through your door,
“The mystics are gathering
in the street. Come out!”
“Leave me alone.
I’m sick.”
“Even better if you’re dead!
Jesus is here, and he wants
to resurrect somebody!”
Rumi
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Friday, May 29, 2009
red mask
always the
same you need a
red cloak and red
gloves, a red
mask and reasons, oh
and proofs
my heart
Tom Davis, after Paul Eluard, Par une nuit nouvelle
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Thursday, May 28, 2009
with pink feathers
Or would you say love is a flamingo, with pink feathers–
a soft sunset pink, a sweet gleaming pink–
and with enough long pink feathers
you could make the fan for a fan dance
and hear a person telling their lover,
Speak, my chosen one,
and give me your wish
as to what manner of fan dance
you would have from me
in the cool of evening
or the black velvet sheen of midnight.
Could it be love is a flamingo?
from Carl Sandburg, Little word, little white bird
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
the golden sea
Our wedding long is over,
With toil the years fill up,
Yet in the evening silence,
We drink a deep-sea cup.
Nothing the fay remembers,
Yet when she turns to me,
We meet beneath the whirlpool,
We swim the golden sea.
from Vachel Lindsay, Queen Mab in the village
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
purple is...
Purple -- is fashionable twice --
This season of the year,
And when a soul perceives itself
To be an Emperor.
Emily Dickinson
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Monday, May 25, 2009
white flower
He said, I am with you always.
That means, when you look for God
That God is the looking itself,
Yes, and the thought of looking
And the you that thinks the thought
Always, already, all of it;
There is no outside.
A white flower grows in the silence
Let your speech be that flower.
Rumi, transl. Tom Davis
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Sunday, May 24, 2009
Birmingham Pride May 2009
no more to hide
Fashion My Spirit quaint -- white --
Quick -- like a Liquor --
Gay -- like Light --
Bring Me my best Pride --
No more ashamed --
No more to hide.
Emily Dickinson
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