aw. Re: Where did ...

[alice wellintown]

I suppose, that is no question for old men,
whose tattered cloaks and gutted candles do expose
the drooping dugs and withered wicks.
No ghost need guess the blight he was born for.
It is not Margaret, but you that you mourn for.

On Sun, Sep 25, 2011 at 1:25 AM, Michael Bailey
<michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com> wrote:
> when I bethink me of the snows of yesteryear
> and turning the pages of GR in paperback,
> and yes it was great and sinuous and multifarious (lotta fairies...?)
> and nothing like it before or since
> and Jesus I was a different specimen myself in '73
> a little skinny but there's one photo of me in the family album from those
> years - holding an axe to chop a tree in the backyard, barechested, sun in
> my shoulder length hair, six-pack, cleareyed -
>
> is it Margaret I mourn for?
>
>