Alison Cassidy

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

Alison Cassidy Poems

161. My Feeble Response 11/20/2009
162. My First Orgasm 1/3/2007
163. Neglect 4/23/2009
164. New Years Eve 1/1/2008
165. Night Child 2/21/2009
166. No Trouble At All 6/20/2009
167. Nodding Greenhoods 2/27/2009
168. Noisy Still Life 1/7/2007
169. Non Je Ne Regrette Rien 8/20/2007
170. Ode To Ella - A Little Doggerel 6/1/2006
171. Oistrakh Plays Bartok 7/18/2006
172. Olfactory Memories 12/26/2006
173. On The Death Of A Child - For Tara 12/16/2006
174. On The School Bus 2/10/2008
175. Painted Pollution 9/19/2006
176. Peacock Story - 12 Love Blossoms On A Spring Morning 9/17/2008
177. Peacock Story - 7 Peacock Indifference 6/8/2007
178. Peacock Story 8 - A Sad Poem 12/19/2007
179. Peacock Story 1 - Mr. P 6/24/2006
180. Peacock Story 10 - Oh Pretty Peacock 11/22/2008
181. Peacock Story 11 - Priscilla Queen Of Peacocks 10/4/2008
182. Peacock Story 2 - Pretty Miss P 12/20/2006
183. Peacock Story 5 - Poor Little Miss P. 4/12/2007
184. Peacock Story 6 - Confrontation Witnessed Through The Kitchen Window 7/20/2007
185. Peacock Story 7 - Interrupted Courtship 9/21/2007
186. Peacock Story 9 - Joy Of Joys 3/24/2008
187. Piglet - For Marion 10/25/2008
188. Poemhunter 9/8/2006
189. Political Storm 6/30/2007
190. Pooh Bear And Cr Discuss Listening* 3/30/2008
191. Poor Old Autumn 4/19/2008
192. Poor Old Joe 4/9/2007
193. Recollections Of My Father 5/18/2007
194. Release 7/18/2006
195. Remembering Amita 3/31/2007
196. Remembering Bill 7/6/2006
197. Revisiting Walhalla - Valley Of The Gods 6/15/2007
198. Richter Plays Beethoven 10/14/2006
199. Rosalyn Tureck Plays Bach 6/29/2006
200. Rows Of Eager Faces 2/14/2009
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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Smokers

Mrs. T
twelve inch holder
shiny nails
arched eyebrows
smoky voice
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