Alison Cassidy

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

Alison Cassidy Poems

1. Zero Population Growth 11/1/2006
2. You'Re Real 12/10/2006
3. Your Voice 5/26/2007
4. Your Hands 6/2/2006
5. Yes 5/17/2006
6. Yarra Days 12/30/2007
7. Writers' Block 5/25/2008
8. Words Words Words 6/3/2006
9. With This Ring 12/8/2006
10. Winter Song 7/7/2006
11. Wild Geese By Mary Oliver 5/22/2006
12. White Ibis With Plastic Bag 10/18/2006
13. What Is Yoga Practice? 9/28/2007
14. Vip Customer 11/30/2007
15. Velvet Goddess 4/1/2007
16. Urban Charity 2/29/2008
17. Uncle Tissie's Secret 2/17/2008
18. Uncle Malcolm 1/10/2007
19. Two Sides Of An Unresolved Argument 9/10/2006
20. Twelve Months On 6/14/2009
21. Tsipie Sleeps Here 4/19/2007
22. Transformation 3/26/2007
23. Tonsillectomy Circa 1950 2/16/2007
24. Togetherness 4/29/2007
25. To Michael Connor With Love 3/15/2007
26. Timelessness - (Haiku) 1/13/2008
27. Tiger Moth 11/6/2008
28. The Young Girl Laughed 9/8/2006
29. The Two Of Us 11/6/2006
30. The Trolley Song 9/27/2006
31. The Three Of Us 3/12/2007
32. The Tears Of Things* 11/11/2006
33. The Right To Choose 12/3/2006
34. The Red Rose 7/28/2006
35. The Persuasive Power Of A Pretty Peahen 12/29/2008
36. The Old Organ Seat 12/2/2007
37. The Old Grey Mare* 5/26/2006
38. The Old Dot Matrix - For Jerry 8/31/2007
39. The Love Is In You 2/9/2007
40. The Letter 8/24/2007
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 ...

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The Old Grey Mare*

She was resourceful, my mother,
she'd been an old grey mare* after all
during the second world war.
'You'd need a face like horse '
she used to say,
'not to find someone.'

After the war, when the magpies dived
during the Spring, she found

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