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To: gypsy who wrote (22999)	6/27/1998 1:09:00 PM
From: Grainne	Respond to of 108807

What a wonderful camel poem, Gypsy!! I enjoyed it very much. I was reading poetry this morning and happened upon a poem about love I liked a lot. It has the moon in it, sort of a prerequisite for very special poems for me, since the moon is my planet and everything. Oh well, my nature worshipping babble aside, I liked this one because it asks a fundamental question in a beautiful way, and shows the hard edge of nature and life as well. It is by an Irish poet who lives in Australia, Jill Jones: Among Trees Towards night the park gathers in shadows and expels the light. Birds rest hidden in branches. Long stretches of lawn, having been mowed, are edged with white mounds of cut grass alongside rose beds. a hard moon is revealed. This is halfway between softness and violence. And lovers step away from paths, their bodies tight in seeking. And forks of branches sway at the moon, asking is it you, love, is it really you? A single stranger moves past the trees. The birds sleep like souls waiting. Jill Jones