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Posted: **August 9th, 2021, 1:52 pm**

Gone Now

you’ve gone now
the chance is over
the meetings on the way
the looks of intention
the perhaps of a touch
the incidence of excitement
the fantasy of one day

you’ve gone now
your thick smile
your strong shoulders
your brush and your scent
your meaningful engagement
your thighs
your orchid-bearing hands

you’ve gone now
your flash red pick-up
your open invitations
your powerful suggestions
your obvious patience
your cell-phone hesitation
your size, your eyes

you’ve gone now

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Posted: **August 9th, 2021, 5:41 pm**

I hope this is one of your older long-form verses, and not something you've just written - it's so full of sadness and loss - not so much a cry from the heart as pained whisper. It reminds me of a poem quoted on the back of one of my old LPs, an electronic composition by Morton Subotnik called "The Wild Bull". The poem he quotes was of a similar theme - but written nearly 4000 years ago in Mesopotamia. The music even sounds like some recreations I've heard of ancient music from the region.

A very moving piece, judih....

Posted: **August 9th, 2021, 9:52 pm**

dear Roy
yes, this was a piece from 2004, something that fills me with the feelings i felt so long ago (is it that long?). Thanks for the comparison. Maybe we'll rediscuss in 4000 years to see how it holds up. The music is something I found online, a free download amongst many, but seemed to call out.
thanks for listening.

Posted: **August 10th, 2021, 7:24 am**

this is the poem from the liner notes:

The Wild Bull (Sumeria, ca 1700 BC)
from Most Ancient Verse, translated by Thorkild Jacobsen & John Wilson

The wild bull, who has lain down, lives no more,
the wild bull, who has lain down, lives no more,
Dumuzi, the wild bull, who has lain down, lives no more,
the wild bull, who has lain down, lives no more.

O you, wild bull, how fast you sleep!
How fast sleep ewe and lamb!
O you, wild bull, how fast you sleep!
How fast sleep goat and kid!

I will ask the hills and the valleys,
I will ask the hills of the Bison:
"Where is the young man, my husand?"
I will say, "He whom I no longer serve food"
I will say, "He whom I no longer give to drink"
I will say, "And my lovely maids"
I will say, "And my lovely young men?"

"The Bison has taken thy husband away, up into the mountains!"
"The Bison has taken thy husband away, up into the mountains!"

"Bison of the mountains, with the mottled eyes!
Bison of the mountains, with the crushing teeth!
Bison! - He sleeps sweetly, he sleeps sweetly,
He whom I no longer serve food sleeps sweetly,
He whom I no longer give to drink sleeps sweetly,
My lovely maids sleep sweetly,
My lovely young men sleep sweetly!"

"My young man who perished from me (at the hands) of your men,
My young Ababa who perished from me (at the hands) of your men,
Will never more calm me (with) his loving glance,
Will never more unfasten his lovely bright clasp (at night),
On his couch you made the jackals lie down,
In my husband's fold you made the raven dwell,
His reed pipe - the wind plays it,
My husband's songs - the north wind sings them."

Posted: **August 10th, 2021, 9:13 am**

sasha wrote: ↑
August 10th, 2021, 7:24 am

this is the poem from the liner notes:

The Wild Bull (Sumeria, ca 1700 BC)
from Most Ancient Verse, translated by Thorkild Jacobsen & John Wilson

The wild bull, who has lain down, lives no more,
the wild bull, who has lain down, lives no more,
Dumuzi, the wild bull, who has lain down, lives no more,
the wild bull, who has lain down, lives no more.

O you, wild bull, how fast you sleep!
How fast sleep ewe and lamb!
O you, wild bull, how fast you sleep!
How fast sleep goat and kid!

I will ask the hills and the valleys,
I will ask the hills of the Bison:
"Where is the young man, my husand?"
I will say, "He whom I no longer serve food"
I will say, "He whom I no longer give to drink"
I will say, "And my lovely maids"
I will say, "And my lovely young men?"

"The Bison has taken thy husband away, up into the mountains!"
"The Bison has taken thy husband away, up into the mountains!"

"Bison of the mountains, with the mottled eyes!
Bison of the mountains, with the crushing teeth!
Bison! - He sleeps sweetly, he sleeps sweetly,
He whom I no longer serve food sleeps sweetly,
He whom I no longer give to drink sleeps sweetly,
My lovely maids sleep sweetly,
My lovely young men sleep sweetly!"

"My young man who perished from me (at the hands) of your men,
My young Ababa who perished from me (at the hands) of your men,
Will never more calm me (with) his loving glance,
Will never more unfasten his lovely bright clasp (at night),
On his couch you made the jackals lie down,
In my husband's fold you made the raven dwell,
His reed pipe - the wind plays it,
My husband's songs - the north wind sings them."

wow, breathtaking. I feel the similar longing, that eternal search for the voice that will call back. Beautiful

Posted: **August 11th, 2021, 2:57 pm**

both poems express the sadness of loss and the longing for once was....thanx for sharing....we need to express feelings like that , so others never think they are alone, we bond in our humanity and find comfort in our oneness

Posted: **August 24th, 2021, 1:51 pm**

I felt the mistress thing
I remember that
I guess I don’t really see it as sad.. passion tamed
The wild side is ageless
Sometimes stuff has to be gone
It’s very beautiful

Posted: **August 24th, 2021, 9:56 pm**

i feel your words. To do or not to do, that was the question, and then....no more time to decide. Just poof! and on with life!

thanks, jana

Posted: **August 24th, 2021, 11:00 pm**

I love the way you let it go

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