> On Aug 4, 10:54 am, ~Terran hotmail.com> wrote:
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>> On Fri, 27 Jun 2008 11:31:10 -0700 (PDT), "jeannek...@aol.com"

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>>>On Jun 26, 2:53 pm, ~Terran hotmail.com> wrote:

>>>> On Tue, 24 Jun 2008 16:12:12 -0700 (PDT), "jeannek...@aol.com"

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>>>> aol.com> wrote:

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>>>>> Wish I remembered the one you
>>>>>mentioned. Feel free to post it

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>>>> lol!

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>>>> Would rather not.  It didn't age too well.

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>>>Terran,

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>>>Mumble, mumble, then send a copy via email,
>>>if you can. We all need reminders of former glory.
>>>After the months of mud in these groups, methinks
>>>it may have aged better than some contributors..;>

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>>>Regards,
>>>Jeanne who wondered what you were up to of late.

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>> Sorry it took so long for me to get back to you.  Been clicking away
>> at prose - got bills to pay.

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>> Have partially retained a quote in that aging bibliotheque I call a
>> mind - Mary Stewart, I think:

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>> "To return to poetry after a year in the marketplace..."

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>> That's how I've been feeling of late.

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>> As for the poem I dedicated to you, glad to throw it up again (easy
>> rapttackers, I know what I just wrote--it was intentional)  I was on
>> quite a vertical/odd line-break jag at the time...

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>> Undressing Change

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>> (for Jeanne)

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>> Slowly I trace
>> my fingers
>> down the gentle
>> curve of her calf
>> excited each time
>> as a teen
>> fumbling
>> with the back
>> of a front clasp bra
>> a prom queen
>> rising to the
>> writhing passion
>> of her boy-lovers'
>> fill-fulment
>> I remove one shoe
>> then the next
>> before she curls
>> her legs
>> back laughing
>> Rough nylons
>> hone her brandied
>> thighs shivering
>> 'neath my touch
>> sand each calf
>> smooth as a lathe
>> heat-licked
>> like a lamb-spit
>> she grabs my
>> hand and bites
>> the fleshy part
>> beneath my thumb
>> I take the pain
>> Arching her hips
>> her dress slips
>> off so tiny
>> to begin with
>> so spare
>> it crumbles
>> in my hands
>> like the dark-
>> purple skin
>> of a ripe avocado
>> uncovering
>> that rich
>> green-fruit
>> to devour -
>> my dripping
>> desire
>> the salt
>> My body's
>> in-being
>> aches for her
>> fertile silence
>> now naked
>> now revealed
>> staring back
>> unashamed
>> each time
>> a different
>> shape
>> each time
>> a different
>> name
>> full breasted
>> or small, waist
>> wan or fertile
>> full hipped
>> full lipped
>> or slendered
>> with brown eyes
>> that mellow or
>> green/blue that chill
>> or black orbs
>> beckoning darkly
>> sucking my soul
>> in like an ecstasy
>> a momentary
>> torment of
>> sweat and regret
>> Change is a woman
>> not a girl
>> experienced, savvy
>> who knows how to
>> be a woman
>> who culls her lovers
>> with a scythe
>> with a smile
>> merciless and
>> alluring

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>> (1999)

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>> ~T.

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>> ’Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale  
>>    Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
>> Out of a stem that scored the hand  
>>    I wrung it in a weary land.
>>                 ~Housman

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> Just caught up with this and must thank you.
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> Loved it, peels and all.
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> This month's Harper's an article on return
> to poetry; you could have written it...
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