Alison Cassidy

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

Alison Cassidy Poems

201. And You Tried So Hard To Be Good 2/14/2008
202. And The Trees Roared 7/4/2007
203. Six Weeks Old 12/27/2008
204. A Peaceful Death - Kedvelt Kutya 1/1/2008
205. Constance Wood - Headmistress 1/26/2009
206. Snapshots Of Christmas 12/24/2007
207. You'Re Real 12/10/2006
208. A Happy Birthday Sonnet For Jerry 1/3/2008
209. Morning Yoga Practice 5/2/2009
210. My Feeble Response 11/20/2009
211. The Trolley Song 9/27/2006
212. I Never Would Have Had The Nerve 1/8/2008
213. The Kiss 9/11/2007
214. Poor Old Autumn 4/19/2008
215. Aunt Margaret 4/18/2008
216. An Attachment To Autism 2/8/2008
217. Still Life 8/3/2007
218. A Strictly Not A Poem Birthday Greeting For Tara 6/1/2007
219. A Little Glitch? 2/4/2007
220. An Unlikely Contemplative 1/20/2008
221. On The School Bus 2/10/2008
222. ! ! All Cheeks 4/11/2009
223. An Unlikely Dancer 8/10/2007
224. Anniversary 5/11/2008
225. Zero Population Growth 11/1/2006
226. Peacock Story 10 - Oh Pretty Peacock 11/22/2008
227. A Morning Melody 8/10/2006
228. Your Voice 5/26/2007
229. After Steady Rain 11/6/2007
230. His Name Was Stan 9/1/2009
231. An Ideal Travelling Companion 9/7/2007
232. Twelve Months On 6/14/2009
233. Matilda Is Autistic 10/24/2007
234. A Slow Day 4/27/2008
235. Little Indian Boy 3/14/2009
236. The Bright Side Of The Road 4/15/2007
237. A Question Of Trust? * 11/14/2006
238. Peacock Story 8 - A Sad Poem 12/19/2007
239. Simon's Hallelujah 12/25/2007
240. ! ! It's The Tattered End Of Autumn 5/21/2009
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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Your Hands

Your hands are always warm,
smooth and good to hold.
Still amazing beautiful too,
despite the scars and spots of age.

Your hands are broad and strong,
with Mount of Venus high
and nails (always manicured)
shaped like fine almonds.

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