BY JAN HAAG

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





MORNING

12-19-97



In the cacoon of my blankets
sleep creates its own warmth:
the sheets smooth like milk
direct from a cow's udder,
my legs stretching into the comforting
depths, at times even seeking
the traces of a lingering glacier
not melted in the night.

It's dawn and the world calls
softly, sweetly,
or loud with rain and fertility,
and yet the cacoon wraps me,
seduces me. Does the butterfly
long to remain a worm,
shedding its silk only reluctantly
to fly into the everlasting sky?







Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu



INSPIRED BY RUMI


The Empty Page, 12/18/97

You, 12/19/97

Then, 12-20-97

Other, 12-21-97




OTHER POEMS


Bilbao

The Cattle Have Diamond Bones

Feeding Frenzy

From The Jocasta Poems #15, Blindness

From The Jocasta Poems #16, Death

George Coluzzi

India

I Am Innuit

McDonald Observatory

Palimpsest I, Sphere

Ryoangi

Tibetan Chronicle

The Woman Who Had No Necklaces





BY JAN HAAG


POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C., A Context