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If This My Person . . .
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I do not know any more
how to speak of the burning
wires.
How to dress
the cramp with
dream.
I am simple now, like a shell,
a swallow, a
first-love.
I do not walk with an eagle’s foot,
do not stir myself naked from
sleep
into a gallery of torments imagined.
That is gone like
desire
that clings and begs
for miracles, like a boat that
breaks
the waters then is broken
by a great
Tide . . .
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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “madswirl”, September 2011
http://madswirlspoetryforum.blogspot.ca/2011_09_04_archive.html
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Published in “Reflections, Issue 23″, 1995
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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.
“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.
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