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Friday, September 17, 2004
HurucanWhen I first met my wife -- or first got to know her, 12 years ago, before she was old enough to drink -- I told her she reminded me of a Neil Young song:
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
Which I now think is kind of cute. Lately, though, towards the end of a long and mostly cheerful saga, all I can think of is a handful of lines by Derek Walcott, addressed to a more impersonal force:
You scream like a man whose wife is dead,
like a god who has lost his race,
you yank the electric wires with wet hands.
...you abhor
all other parallels but our own,
Hurucan
posted by Michael Scott Moore |
10:30 PM
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