oft i dream during day

My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.

There, where the gay winds stay to woo
The young leaves as they pass,
My love goes slowly, bending to
Her shadow on the grass;

And where the sky's a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land,
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress with dainty hand.



                                 James Joyce










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the boys i mean....

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night
   

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined
   


they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite
   


the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss
   


they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance



                                       e.e. cummings









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avian ontological musings

      ONE HEART                                     

Look at the birds. Even flying
is born

out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, open

at either end of day.
The work of wings

was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.

                                Li-Young Lee

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sydney carter song

      

                     Judas and Mary

Said Judas to Mary, “Now what will you do
With your ointment so rich and so rare?
“I’ll pour it all over the feet of the Lord
And I’ll wipe it away with my hair”, she said.
I’ll wipe it away with my hair.”


“Oh Mary, oh Mary, oh think of the poor -
This ointment, it could have been sold.
And think of the blankets and think of the bread
You could buy with the silver and gold” he said,
“You could buy with the silver and gold.”


“Tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll think of the poor,
Tomorrow” she said, “not today,
For dearer than all of the poor of the world
Is my love who is going away,” she said,
“My love who is going away.”


Said Jesus to Mary, “Your love is so deep
Today you may do as you will.
Tomorrow you say I am going away,
But my body I leave with you still,” he said.
“My body I leave with you still.”


“The poor of the world are my body” he said,
“To the end of the world they shall be.
The bread and the blankets you give to the poor
You’ll find you have given to me,” he said,
You’ll find you have given to me.”


“My body will hang on the cross of the world
Tomorrow,” he said, “and today,
And Martha and Mary will find me again
And wash all my sorrow away,” he said,
“And wash all my sorrow away.











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