Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is an early poem. The word Jaimithai is pronounced: Jay’ myth ae … The last syllable rhymes with the word: day

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JAIMITHAI, Jaimithai
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

Fast,
so fast!
Where did it go?
We didn’t spend it.
It sped by on lubricated, golden grooves.

Jamithai, Jaimithai,
come to me once more,
only once more.
The image of your presence
smells so sweet.

This old maid’s abode
once rocked with disorder,
emphasized disorder front face
to my futile, fussy finicking.

Jamithai, Jaimithai,
when you left I put the laughter
in the blown glass stoppered bottle on the mantel.
I don’t know how long laughter keeps
before it spoils for good.
Perhaps it has grown old and dry like me.

Jamithai, Jaimithai,
if I had been born like you,
under a wild tree,
what would I not have done
that you dared do,
we two wild scion seeds of a wild tree?

Did I pick my mother?
Did she pick the peach tree?

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Alice B. Clagett

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