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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: redfish who wrote (93134)	1/10/2005 9:28:27 PM
From: Lazarus_Long	Respond to of 108807

Read the exchange. There's a bit more than that going on.

To: redfish who wrote (93134)	1/10/2005 9:31:30 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

:-) The barbacoa used to be very big on this thread- although we never roasted babies, just posters who needed cooking- it was a mercy roasting usually. We had a coven of witches operating it. You would have been roast for sure. Have you ever read "The River Merchant's Wife: a letter"- I think it is my favorite poem by Pound: The River Merchants Wife: A Letter by: Ezra Pound While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead Played I about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chokan: Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. At fourteen I married My Lord you, I never laughed, being bashful. Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. At fifteen I stopped scowling, I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever. Why should I climb the look out? At sixteen you departed, You went into fat Ku-to-yen, by the river of swirling eddies, And you have been gone five months. The monkeys make sorrowful noises overhead. You dragged your feet when you went out. By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, Too deep to clear them away! The leaves fall early in autumn, in wind. The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older. If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, Please let me know beforehand, And I will come out to meet you As far as Cho-fu-Sa. From "Cathay", 1915