Re: [at-l] An open proposal

[Jennifer Delia Sawyer <jdsawyer@bu.edu>]

This is a great literary work, but when was the last time you saw a Hiker
Babe fall for POETRY???  Bring out the gear catalogs and we'll talk!!

:) Pooh 

At 12:11 PM 5/4/99 -0400, Daniel Berlinger wrote:
>To pooh, daRedhead, all (I'm prejudice. Wymen and Hiker Babes only please :)
>
>I cannot offer statistics about your relative level of happiness, but a
life of
>love, and poetry and music. Of being cherished and cared for. Would you?
Write
>soonest.
>
>Daniel
>The Looking Glass Spirit
>
>                           By day or starlight,
>                           An eternity of thought,
>                           Your tone a magic,
>                           Uncomprehended,
>                           An eloquence so soft,
>                           The call of birds,
>                           carry it aloft.
>
>                           The sound persists now,
>                           In the woods bird song,
>                           I live for some more,
>                           no matter how long.
>
>                           In the pillared darkness,
>                           Your song went,
>                           A call to the perch,
>                           To the dark and lament,
>                           To the stars I decry,
>                           I search where you fly,
>                           I will find you,
>                           Notwithstanding,
>                           The size of the sky.
>
>                           In an ordinary garden,
>                           Rightly proclaimed,
>                           Rightly declared,
>                           Justifiably announced,
>                           To clasp both your hands in my own,
>                           A grandly enchanted moment.
>                           Someone unseen behind you,
>                           Takes you by the shoulders,
>                           Pushes your hair aside,
>                           And deftly, with decision,
>                           And concern, kisses you
>                           Just once, softly,
>                           At the darkness below your ear.
>                           Hesitation and impetuosity,
>                           Spring together in the,
>                           Breath of that kiss,
>                           There is love in that moment,
>                           As when a blossom grows off
>                           A lingering branch.
>                           And no one is sorry,
>                           that even if just once,
>                           You were kissed,
>                           And cherished,
>                           That way,
>                           In an ordinary garden,
>                           Rightly proclaimed,
>                           Rightly declared,
>                           Fabled enough,
>                           Fervent enough,
>                           Justifiably announced,
>                           Without reservation.
>                           
>                           Released in your radiance,
>                           Boundless and blinding,
>                           A self-luminous body,
>                           Rising above the rim,
>                           of the world at dawn,
>                           Spacious and shining,
>                           As gloriously bright,
>                           As anything ever seen,
>                           The torchlight used,
>                           To ignite the universe
>
>
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