Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne: Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes, That even the greatest did not greatly scorne To heare theyr names sung in your simple layes, But joyed in theyr prayse<...
Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order (Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air
)And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter, And the faces of the Sisters with the dust upon their hair
(Now...
OM
HE
SE
UE) Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepare
The edge of our bed was a wide grid
where your fifteen-year-old daughter was hanging
gut-sprung on police wheels
a cablegram nailed to the wood
for elaine philip on her birthday
me and you be sisters.
we be the same.
me and you