princess di
WILL HOCHMAN (hochman@uscolo.edu)
Sun, 31 Aug 1997 12:45:17 -0600 (MDT)
Sad Di
Van Morrisons jazzy blue roots find a sax
That sounds more than right, that breathes life in rhythms,
Lungs and chords that make us all more than the blood
And flesh of images' gore--there's no easy way to remember
Or forget her scrunched up car in the bowels of the city
Of light roaring at midnight...this Sunday morning needs
Wallace Stevens to make enough pigeon sense of sunsets
For light's last echo to grace something, listening,
Something in all of us beyond us, a song of soul
will