>http://www.poems.com/revivgoo.htm

>The Revival Song of the Wild Woman
>
>     The wild woman will never let you go back to living alone.
>     She has you in her control, leading you hopelessly astray,
>     preaching her don't-care philosophy, "No matter what the people
>     of the world may say."
>
>     And she tells you now to go with her to where our music is buried,
>     and sing loud revival songs that will waken the dead
>     singers and players of instruments who sell out Don Drummond
>     and Bob Marley's heritage.
>
>     This morning she caught your attention early, told you to dress
>     in fiery red, and you who have been keeping your life colors
>     in the range between muted and pastel are now garbed
>     in brimstone red
>
>     with an infinite number of polka dot eyes all over so you
>     are now able to see behind, before, above and all around you.
>     And she is telling you to take a bus up to August Town to where
>     Alexander Bedward dipped them.
>
>     And she says that you are to throw stones in Hope River and
>     trouble
>     the water, to signal the time of the coming of a new shepherd.
>     Then
>     take a country bus down to Half Way Tree and go and stand
>     by the fountain.
>
>     There you are to testify freely and not worry what your enemies
>     say,
>     for they will never live long enough to vanquish you, therefore do
>     your unconquered dance right there, your dance of David trump
>     and wheel o' rock steady
>
>     accompanied by tumbling tamborines and a funde drum and a kete
>     drum and a silver horn to blow the bad-minded down. Yes,
>     the wild woman is in ascendancy today, summoning the freed soul
>     in you to testify and pray.
>
>     To wear brimstone red and to wrap your head and to move seamlessly
>     up and down between the worlds of spirit and sense, like the
>     flight
>     of the mystical dove. And if your mother won't come, and if your
>     father won't come
>
>     Peace and Love I leave with you, Peace and Love,
>     and if your mother won't come, and if your father won't come
>     peace and Love I leave with you, Peace and Love.
>
>     Lorna Goodison
>     Turn Thanks
>     University of Illinois Press

janet paterson
52 now / 41 dx / 37 onset
a new voice: http://www.geocities.com/janet313/
613 256 8340 PO Box 171 Almonte Ontario Canada K0A 1A0


janet paterson
52 now / 41 dx / 37 onset
a new voice: http://www.geocities.com/janet313/
613 256 8340 PO Box 171 Almonte Ontario Canada K0A 1A0