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The Delirious Dance Toward Death
by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin → (All Poetry by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin)
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Draft! Draft! (and I'm not talking war) (except with the inevitable). I looked it up: the word from Sexton is Toward, not Towards. So I am fixing that. This brings the poem to the top over here. I am not trying to pass is off as a new poem. But over here, it brings it up to the top if I hit "edit." This is not the poem I set out to write. I hope to honor Sexton better. ACH! caught by the AD editor again. There is a line that is too small, and it will not enlarge.
The Delirious Dance Toward Death “The Awful Rowing Toward God” -- Anne Sexton An end to the reminding is the thing. The end to the reminder of ending: That would be one beautiful pirouette: an end to imagining neighbor folk saying that so and so lived there in that house that sturdily stands, and will continue to stand, owned two cats, two shed-challenged dogs, raised 2.3 children, drove ugly beat-up cars, erected an unsightly fence, planted as sapling that enormous tree, and also the magnificent, aromatic honeysuckle bush that nods its nectars each spring until the fractious fingers of fall tweeze its tiny trumpets. But they return, honeyed, as do we -- well, not we -- our children and children's children, who come to have a look around, but who know us no more than the tree its seed. Oh, but wasn't it all so lovely until our eyes ceased to see? On the days of our forgetting just who was leading the dance? Didn't we prance, dream, and whirl just so? Death doesn't dream, ponder or wail. That is its glory, its revelry: its absence of silhouette on a dark dumb stage. Copyright Julianza Shavin 2009

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on April 11, 2009

Oh yes it was lovely. Straining to wring some joy out of the person I've become. A poem that is so true...Lin

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

Julianza,

Undone by the realism of these lines - may not be Sexton, but you nearly outSexton'ed Sexton (one of my favorites) - brava, dear friend.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Julie, the preferred (I guess) is toward, but you go either way. as you damn well know. As for the poem, it's a beauty (writingwise), but as for the premise: I ain't going. -gene.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

This is truly marvelous and so down to earth real, you painted a picture of so many's lifes and it came alive under your pen. I could smell the flowers as real as the flowers in my own back yard and yes...I did dance.

hugss
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Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 18, 2009

Powerful and profound as much of what you say is so true to heart....

Be always safe,
Karen