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somethingdarker) wrote2010-10-01 03:46 pm
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Potential Titles: Judy Jordan
In the crow's plummeting cry - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
Memory calls me to the earth's opening - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
Into a bat's wing-brush of air - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
In a teacup's worth of dirt - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
In each slant rain's worried whispers - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
Learned the funereal smell of carnations - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
Four years in the asylum - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
The evening sky bruised dull gray - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
The stove is cold so salt won't burn - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
The knife in a pail of water - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
In winter's spider-eyed light - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Hidden passages, runaways, and orphaned days - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Sleeps in broken buildings - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Dropped through holes in the sidewalk - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Drawn to the easy sound of sleep - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The pattern night pens on tender skin - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Tells no one except the sycamore - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Taps your sins on water pipes - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The tail feathers of soot-mottled birds - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
And wheel into the scalded sky - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Strychnine and scouring powder - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The stranger I should have become - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
And disappear through the back door - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
A woman's name churned in sea foam - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The burned light of his own country - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Of rosemary and dried tomatoes - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The sun in its relentless veracity - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
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Memory calls me to the earth's opening - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
Into a bat's wing-brush of air - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
In a teacup's worth of dirt - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
In each slant rain's worried whispers - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
Learned the funereal smell of carnations - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
Four years in the asylum - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
The evening sky bruised dull gray - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
The stove is cold so salt won't burn - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
The knife in a pail of water - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"
In winter's spider-eyed light - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Hidden passages, runaways, and orphaned days - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Sleeps in broken buildings - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Dropped through holes in the sidewalk - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Drawn to the easy sound of sleep - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The pattern night pens on tender skin - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Tells no one except the sycamore - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Taps your sins on water pipes - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The tail feathers of soot-mottled birds - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
And wheel into the scalded sky - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Strychnine and scouring powder - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The stranger I should have become - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
And disappear through the back door - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
A woman's name churned in sea foam - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The burned light of his own country - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Of rosemary and dried tomatoes - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
The sun in its relentless veracity - Judy Jordan "Prologue"
Poet's page at poets.org.
Navigation Links:
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