POETRY BLOG: 01/09/15

Friday, 9 January 2015

A girl

The tree has entered my hands,

The sap has ascended my arms,

The tree has grown in my breast-Downword

The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,

Moss you are,

You are violets with wind above them,

A child- so high - You are,

And all this is folly to the world.

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank,
I tried to think but couldn't,
So i jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was cold in that water! it was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought i would jump down.

I stood there and i hollered!
I stood there and i cried!
If it hadn't a -been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was high up there! it was high!

So since i'm still here livin,
I guess i will live on,
I could've died for love,
But for livin' i was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry,
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!