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libertyman323

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anyone lived in a pretty how town
with up so floating many bells down
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
women and men both little and small
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
(autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers and they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirt and if by yes
women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
[ 06 December 2001: Message edited by: idle renegade ]
 
stars rain sun moon
and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down
one of my faves also. thanks for posting this.
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Ive never read anything by this guy before but this was really good,I think Ill go and find some more now :)
 
oh you really should...he rawks :)
this is one of the sites with the most of his works on it...
"it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be, i say if this should be--
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands"
 
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