claire's poem
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words - claire taylor
this poem, by claire taylor, who sang on the freaks ep,
was to have been on the cover of the great unreleased album on coldharbour
records. so, though it's not strictly a flowers lyric, i thought it deserved
an honourary space here - it's still beautiful.
…And talk to you without fighting you.
And plan for the future without feeling afraid it'll never be realized.
And not plan for the future.
And not feel despised when you make me cry,
Just a part of change. And draw
Something that makes my spirit soar.
And create a bubble about us when we speak.
And not be afraid
To let anyone else into our bubble. And make love with you
And not to you. And still see people's eyes shine
When I go blind.
And never be told I'm impure or unworthy. And
Never be told I'm pure.
And learn enough from pain and fear to know
How to love you. And be able to feel you
As close to me when you're gone, as when
you're here.
And say something that moves somebody.
And write something that frees somebody.
And sing something that makes somebody get up
And shout about living.
And find the bridge
Between love and sex. And talk of my love for someone
Without you thinking my love for you grows less.
And be able to touch your hand
Without you holding me. And talk about things I love
Without you wondering where I'm talking from.
And own nothing. And be a part
of everything.
And be one that my children can love
And not have to pretend. And value the rain
And the numbing wind. And give
More than birth.
And sing to the moon without you fearing
I mean to be as inaccessible as she is.
And destroy
And create what I need without fear. And learn
What it's important to learn from you. And
Teach. And when I die,
Be buried in a corn field, for 'holy ground'
Is a sin born of fear.
And cry when the sun dances on your hair.
And cry when it doesn't.
And still see love and beauty,
Even knowing that most of us die before we begin to understand…
Claire Taylor 1982