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No Telling
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Taking back
the soft mood
the cockfight fire
I shrink from happiness as I do from horror,
while still craving the intensity of extremes.
There is no witchcraft cure, no person
unchanged by the constellations.
Taking back
the long-held hurt
the herd dream
and the tender gesture
Taking back the tyrannizing void
the genius ache
and the doldrum eve
There is no faith that can be won by force
and no telling what
my heart is willing to die for,
transcending.
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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Tuck Magazine” March 2015
http://tuckmagazine.com/contributors/231/
http://tuckmagazine.com/2015/03/19/poetry-34/
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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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