Jocelyn Ortt-Saeed - kat
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Jocelyn Ortt-Saeed is an Australian poet, futurist and educationist. She has made a number of tapes, appeared on radio and TV and given presentations in many countries. Her latest book is The Burning Bush.
(she lives in either lahore or isloo-t)
I will go where no road goes
and the road will go with me:
I'll greet you in the sunrise
when the sunset sets me free.
I will dream in the fields of green
till their ears grow gold in me
till you appear to harvest grain
grown in the desert sea.
I will sit by the hut of mud
till walls break down in me
till new vines grow through memory
of flower and bird and bee.
WHERE NO ROAD GOES
I will climb the distant peaks
till the world turns pale in me
till the lone bird of the wasteland
sings of spring in my withered tree.
I will sing till my song is sung
wherever you meet me
on road or field or mountain
in I or thou or we.
I will go where no road goes
and the road will go with me
to bring to you at sunrise
the now in eternity.
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Don't Expect
Don't expect me!
I've bartered my lovesongs
for a jacket and jeans;
though the shawl's on my head still.
Don't expect me!
I rehearse solo
to counterbalance
the erosion of vision.
Don't expect me!
I am at the still-point --
exploring the space where
the miracle happens.
Don't expect me!
My songs are crazy
trying out voices
that make me expectant.
Don't expect me!
Accept me
as I accept you.
Dream me forever and ever.
Jocelyn Ortt-Saeed is an Australian poet, futurist and educationist. She has made a number of tapes, appeared on radio and TV and given presentations in many countries. Her latest book is The Burning Bush.
(she lives in either lahore or isloo-t)
I will go where no road goes
and the road will go with me:
I'll greet you in the sunrise
when the sunset sets me free.
I will dream in the fields of green
till their ears grow gold in me
till you appear to harvest grain
grown in the desert sea.
I will sit by the hut of mud
till walls break down in me
till new vines grow through memory
of flower and bird and bee.
WHERE NO ROAD GOES
I will climb the distant peaks
till the world turns pale in me
till the lone bird of the wasteland
sings of spring in my withered tree.
I will sing till my song is sung
wherever you meet me
on road or field or mountain
in I or thou or we.
I will go where no road goes
and the road will go with me
to bring to you at sunrise
the now in eternity.
-------------
Don't Expect
Don't expect me!
I've bartered my lovesongs
for a jacket and jeans;
though the shawl's on my head still.
Don't expect me!
I rehearse solo
to counterbalance
the erosion of vision.
Don't expect me!
I am at the still-point --
exploring the space where
the miracle happens.
Don't expect me!
My songs are crazy
trying out voices
that make me expectant.
Don't expect me!
Accept me
as I accept you.
Dream me forever and ever.
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