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The Space of This Dialogue.


Excerpts from a Work-in-Progress

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I am not lyric any more

I will not play the harp

for your pleasure

I will not make a joyful

noise to you, neither will I lament

for I know you drink

lamentation lamentation,
n a prayer expressing affliction or sorrow and requesting defense, retribution, or comfort.
, too,

like wine

so I dully repeat

you hurt me

I hate you

I pull my eyes away from the hills

I will not praise you

I will never love you again

unless you ask me

You have made everything beautiful after its kind

the x molecule hooks the y molecule

mountains rise with utmost gravity

snow upon their shoulders

a congress of crows circulates through the maize maize: see corn.  

that grows sheeny shee·ny 1  
adj.
Lustrous; glistening.

Noun 1. sheeny - (ethnic slur) offensive term for a Jew
hymie, kike, yid
 through a breezeless morning

the ribbed leaf a spot of scarlet floats

on the shivering shivering /shiv·er·ing/ (shiv´er-ing)
1. involuntary shaking of the body, as with cold.

2. a disease of horses, with trembling or quivering of various muscles.


shivering

see shiver, stringhalt.
 creek

each single thing so excellent in form and action

if by chance by excitement by intention

you draw along a dappled dap·pled  
adj.
Spotted; mottled.



[Middle English, probably from Old Norse depill, spot, splash, diminutive of dapi, pool.
 path the wren

to her nest, the fledglings cry, the tiger flows

rhythmically toward the antelope, the butterfly

beats stained-glass wings, the galaxies

propagate prop·a·gate
v.
1. To cause an organism to multiply or breed.

2. To breed offspring.

3. To transmit characteristics from one generation to another.

4.
 light in boundless curves

past what exists as matter, as dust

You have done enough, engineer

how dare we ask you for justice

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dialogue

When you harmonize bitter enemies

yet resentment is sure to linger.

How can this be called good?

Lao Tse

I tried to invent new forms of holiness

after the event at the mountain

to console myself

behold be·hold  
v. be·held , be·hold·ing, be·holds

v.tr.
1.
a. To perceive by the visual faculty; see: beheld a tiny figure in the distance.

b.
 I put before you

life and death therefore

choose life I said

but look at you

look at the stiffness of your neck

look at the desire of your heart

to wreck everything

dear one

I believe someday we will show each other our bruises Bruises Definition

Bruises, or ecchymoses, are a discoloration and tenderness of the skin or mucous membranes due to the leakage of blood from an injured blood vessel into the tissues. Pupura refers to bruising as the result of a disease condition.
 

after this dialogue of the deaf

but tell me, when it is written

I found you in your blood, and I said, Live,

who speaks to whom

who forgives whom

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It is written that when the temple was destroyed the shekhinah followed her people into exile, and that she remains in the world as the hidden one

hidden one: when the temple fell

when Jerusalem arose and fell and whenever

we were persecuted and scattered

by the nations,

to follow us in pain and exile

you folded wings patched coats

dragged mattresses pans in peasant carts

swam across hard seas, sick and homesick home·sick  
adj.
Acutely longing for one's family or home.



homesick
 

landed in the golden land

they called you greenhorn greenhorn

a raw, inexperienced person; especially a new cowboy. [Pop. Culture: Misc.]

See : Inexperience
 

you danced in cafes

you went in the factory

bargained pushcart goods ice shoes Hester Street

put makeup on threw away wig

and you learned new languages

now you speak everything

lady, but part of you is earth

part of you is wounds

part of you is words

and part is smoke

because whoever was burned over there, you were burned

you died forever with the sheep

whoever survived, you speak in our tongues

open your wings

say what we are

do not confuse us

with the sanhedrin of the loud speakers

who have no ear for your voice

but we who thirst for your new

instructions, source of life

come into our thoughts

our mouth. Speak to us

O oice of the beloved

help us

say what we are

say what we are to do
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Author:Ostriker, Alicia
Publication:Cross Currents
Article Type:Poem
Date:Dec 22, 1999
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