ALEMBIC by Holly Tannen |
For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new Alchimie... He ruin'd me and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not. - John Donne
Sit down beside me, my dearest friend
Like him I'm a wild and a heedless child
Clear rushing stream in a willow wood
I've roamed the streets with him stinking drunk
Frail as a boat driven out to sea
Words that come tumbling across a page
Bid me goodnight then, my dearest friend |
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Mistress of Folklore Box 1136 Mendocino, California 95460 Fax 707-937-3055 |
Holly Tannen teaches folklore and anthropology, and has lectured on
contemporary magic at U.C. Berkeley and at Yale University. Her recordings
include "Invocation", "Between the Worlds", and "Rime of the Ancient
Matriarch"
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updated 21 April 2002 : 12:09 Caspar (Pacific) time |
All text, translations, and songs copyright © 2002 by Holly Tannen