Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Comments about Alison Cassidy

  • Rookie glen still (10/25/2006 4:26:00 AM)

    ALISON..REALLY LIKE YOUR WORK..I ESPECIALLY LIKED ! Sad is Stupid... U caught that dysfunctional complex head on... would u read a recent post of mine and let me know what u think: MySpace is the title..

    peace always...

    glen

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  • Rookie Tara very irritated with PH injustice (9/14/2006 4:59:00 AM)

    Allie is everything one might wish for but rarely finds in a poet. Abundant wisdom, vivacity, the capacity to diversify, imagination... a unique talent to engage the reader, drawing him or her right in. And one hell of a fine woman to boot. Without prejudice to her uniquely finely penned pieces, I adore this woman.
    One reservation: she does not write enough... :) t x

  • Rookie Michael Shepherd (9/12/2006 1:26:00 PM)

    Welcome to one of the most beautiful collections of poems on this site by one of the most beautiful souls on this site. Grace abounding.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,329 Points Jerry Hughes (6/30/2006 12:43:00 AM)

    Not only are you welcome on this site, your empathy with the subject matter will enhance this illusionary, sometimes unbright star to brighten up a bit. Heavens to Murgatroid it needed to, desperately...

Best Poem of Alison Cassidy

Wild Geese By Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world ...

Read the full of Wild Geese By Mary Oliver

Yes

I remember your velvet tongue persuasive,
your velvet hands, insistent,
exploring those parts of me
I so wanted to know, but
felt too shy to share.

I remember the child of me
and the man of you, .
and that moment of surrender
when I yielded to your touch
and answered 'Yes'.

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