BY JAN HAAG

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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





PURSUING HER FATHER

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He was divorced and dead, long before she grew from
blue eyed infancy to black haired, outcast, temptress,
curious maiden, maddened sheep, mercurical
bearer of anguish, with efforts at eating health
foods, with hopes that it would all change someday and soon.
But life was like that, it fluttered in a mourning
song, glittered at high noon, before the clouds blew strong
from the west from where the weather came, it seeped out
slowly in curiosity, in a slow drip
as of blood from a prick that became fatal by

all these things we go through, the odd hurts and the wails.
She was right and she would pursue him, dead and dark
haired, until she carved out the wound that would hurt her
most, cancel her curiosity, scourge her guts,
nail her on a cross where she could cry forsaken,
for three days and three nights or for thirty years 'til
the Hindu's choice for joy danced across her toes, woke
her to enjoy -- like quaffing of the noontime tea,
all these things we go through, the odd hurts and the joy.







Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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




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THE DEVAYANI POEMS

Feeding Frenzy

Gifts

India

Nothing



BY JAN HAAG


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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



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