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            <p>Copyright 1973 by Diane di Prima</p>
            <p>Drawings by Josie Grant</p>
            <p>Photo of Diane di Prima by Robert Durand</p>
            <p>LOBA, PART I is from a work-in-progress</p>
            <p>ISBN 0-912264-69-1 (pa.)</p>
            <p>ISBN 0-912264-70-5 (cl.)</p>
            <p>This online edition was created by Alyssa C Dearborn in 2018</p>
            <p>All rights reserved</p>
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         <lg><l>O lost moon sisters</l>
            <l>crecent in hair, sea underfoot do you wander</l>
            <l>in blue veil, in green leaf, in tattered shawl do you wander</l>
            <l>with goldleaf skin, with flaming hair do you wander</l>
            <l>on Avenue A, on Bleecker Street do you wander</l>
            <l>on Rampart Street, on Fillmore Street do you wander</l>
            <l>with flower wreath, with jeweled breath do you wander</l></lg>
            
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>footprints</l>
               <l>shining mother of pearl</l>
               <l>behind you</l>
               <l>moonstone eyes</l>
               <l>in which the crecent moon</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>with gloves, with hat, in rags, in fur, in beads</l>
               <l>under the waning moon, hair streaming in black rain</l>
               <l>wailing with stray dogs, hissing in doorways</l>
               <l>shadows you are, that fall on the crossroads, highways</l>
            </lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>jaywalking do you wander</l>
               <l>spitting do you wander</l>
               <l>mumbling and crying do you wander</l>
               <l>aged and talking to yourselves</l></lg>
            
            
            <lg type="stanza"> <l>with roving eyes do you wander</l>
               <l>hot for quick love do you wander</l>
               <l>weeping your dead</l>
            </lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza">   <l>naked you walk</l>
               <l>swatched in long robes you walk</l>
               <l>swaddled in death shroud you walk</l>
               <l>backwards you walk</l>
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            <lg type="stanza"><l>hungry</l>
               <l>hungry</l>
               <l>hungry</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>shreiking I hear you</l>
               <l>singing I hear you</l>
               <l>cursing I hear you</l>
               <l>praying I hear you</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza">  <l>you lie with the unicorn</l>
               <l>you lie with the cobra</l>
               <l>you lie in the dry grass</l>
               <l>you lie with the yetti</l>
               <l>you flick long cocks of satyrs with your tounge</l></lg>
            
            
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>you are armed</l>
               <l>you drive charriots</l>
               <l>you tower over me</l>
               <l>you are small</l>
               <l>you cower on hillsides</l>
               <l>out of the winds</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>pregnant you wander</l>
               <l>barefoot you wander</l>
               <l>battered by drunk men you wander</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>you kill on steel tables</l>
               <l>you birth in black beds</l>
               <l>fetus you tore out stiffens in snow</l>
               <l>it rises like new moon</l>
               <l>you moan in your sleep</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>digging for yams you wander</l>
               <l>looking for dope you wander</l>
               <l>playing with birds you wander</l>
               <l>chipping at stone you wander</l></lg>
            
           
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>I walk the long night seeking you</l>
               <l>I climb the sea crest seeking you</l>
               <l>I lie on the prairie,batter at stone gates</l>
               <l>calling your names</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>you are coral</l>
               <l>you are lapis and turquois</l>
               <l>your brain curls like shell</l>
               <l>you dance on hills</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>hard-substance-woman you whirl</l>
               <l>you dance on sumways</l>
               <l>you sprawl in tenements</l>
               <l>children lick your tits</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>you are the hills, the shape and color of mesa</l>
               <l>you are the tent, the lodge of skins, the hogen</l>
               <l>the buffalo robes, the quilt, the knitted afghan</l>
               <l>you are the cauldron and the evening star</l>
               <l>you rise over the sea, you ride the star</l></lg>
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>I move within you, light the evening fire</l>
               <l>I dip my hand in you and eat your flesh</l></lg>
            
            
            <lg type="stanza"><l>you are my mirror image and my sister</l>
               <l>you disapear like smoke on misty hills</l>
               <l>you lead me through dream forest on horseback</l>
               <l><persName>large gypsy mother</persName>, I lean my head on your back</l></lg>
         
         <lg type="stanza"><l>I am you</l>
         <l>and I must become you</l>
         <l>I have been you</l>
         <l>and I must become you</l>
         <l>I am always you</l>
         <l>I must become you</l></lg>
         
         <lg type="stanza"><l>ay-a</l>
         <l>ay-a ah</l>
         <l>ay-a</l>
         <l>ay-a ah ah</l>
         <l>maya ma maya ma</l>
         <l>om star mother ma om</l>
         <l>maya ma ah</l></lg>
         
         <lg type="stanza"><l>December 1971</l></lg>
         
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ave

Copyright 1973 by Diane di Prima

Drawings by Josie Grant

Photo of Diane di Prima by Robert Durand

LOBA, PART I is from a work-in-progress

ISBN 0-912264-69-1 (pa.)

ISBN 0-912264-70-5 (cl.)

This online edition was created by Alyssa C Dearborn in 2018

All rights reserved

This is one half of the original source.
O lost moon sisters crecent in hair, sea underfoot do you wander in blue veil, in green leaf, in tattered shawl do you wander with goldleaf skin, with flaming hair do you wander on Avenue A, on Bleecker Street do you wander 5 on Rampart Street, on Fillmore Street do you wander with flower wreath, with jeweled breath do you wander footprints shining mother of pearl behind you moonstone eyes in which the crecent moon 5 with gloves, with hat, in rags, in fur, in beads under the waning moon, hair streaming in black rain wailing with stray dogs, hissing in doorways shadows you are, that fall on the crossroads, highways jaywalking do you wander spitting do you wander mumbling and crying do you wander aged and talking to yourselves with roving eyes do you wander hot for quick love do you wander weeping your dead naked you walk swatched in long robes you walk swaddled in death shroud you walk backwards you walk hungry hungry hungry shreiking I hear you singing I hear you cursing I hear you praying I hear you you lie with the unicorn you lie with the cobra you lie in the dry grass you lie with the yetti you flick long cocks of satyrs with your tounge 5 you are armed you drive charriots you tower over me you are small you cower on hillsides 5 out of the winds pregnant you wander barefoot you wander battered by drunk men you wander you kill on steel tables you birth in black beds fetus you tore out stiffens in snow it rises like new moon you moan in your sleep 5 digging for yams you wander looking for dope you wander playing with birds you wander chipping at stone you wander I walk the long night seeking you I climb the sea crest seeking you I lie on the prairie,batter at stone gates calling your names you are coral you are lapis and turquois your brain curls like shell you dance on hills hard-substance-woman you whirl you dance on sumways you sprawl in tenements children lick your tits you are the hills, the shape and color of mesa you are the tent, the lodge of skins, the hogen the buffalo robes, the quilt, the knitted afghan you are the cauldron and the evening star you rise over the sea, you ride the star 5 I move within you, light the evening fire I dip my hand in you and eat your flesh you are my mirror image and my sister you disapear like smoke on misty hills you lead me through dream forest on horseback large gypsy mother, I lean my head on your back I am you and I must become you I have been you and I must become you I am always you 5 I must become you ay-a ay-a ah ay-a ay-a ah ah maya ma maya ma 5 om star mother ma om maya ma ah December 1971

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Copyright 1973 by Diane di Prima

Drawings by Josie Grant

Photo of Diane di Prima by Robert Durand

LOBA, PART I is from a work-in-progress

ISBN 0-912264-69-1 (pa.)

ISBN 0-912264-70-5 (cl.)

This online edition was created by Alyssa C Dearborn in 2018

All rights reserved

This is one half of the original source.
O lost moon sisters crecent in hair, sea underfoot do you wander in blue veil, in green leaf, in tattered shawl do you wander with goldleaf skin, with flaming hair do you wander on Avenue A, on Bleecker Street do you wander on Rampart Street, on Fillmore Street do you wander with flower wreath, with jeweled breath do you wander footprints shining mother of pearl behind you moonstone eyes in which the crecent moon with gloves, with hat, in rags, in fur, in beads under the waning moon, hair streaming in black rain wailing with stray dogs, hissing in doorways shadows you are, that fall on the crossroads, highways jaywalking do you wander spitting do you wander mumbling and crying do you wander aged and talking to yourselves with roving eyes do you wander hot for quick love do you wander weeping your dead naked you walk swatched in long robes you walk swaddled in death shroud you walk backwards you walk hungry hungry hungry shreiking I hear you singing I hear you cursing I hear you praying I hear you you lie with the unicorn you lie with the cobra you lie in the dry grass you lie with the yetti you flick long cocks of satyrs with your tounge you are armed you drive charriots you tower over me you are small you cower on hillsides out of the winds pregnant you wander barefoot you wander battered by drunk men you wander you kill on steel tables you birth in black beds fetus you tore out stiffens in snow it rises like new moon you moan in your sleep digging for yams you wander looking for dope you wander playing with birds you wander chipping at stone you wander I walk the long night seeking you I climb the sea crest seeking you I lie on the prairie,batter at stone gates calling your names you are coral you are lapis and turquois your brain curls like shell you dance on hills hard-substance-woman you whirl you dance on sumways you sprawl in tenements children lick your tits you are the hills, the shape and color of mesa you are the tent, the lodge of skins, the hogen the buffalo robes, the quilt, the knitted afghan you are the cauldron and the evening star you rise over the sea, you ride the star I move within you, light the evening fire I dip my hand in you and eat your flesh you are my mirror image and my sister you disapear like smoke on misty hills you lead me through dream forest on horseback large gypsy mother, I lean my head on your back I am you and I must become you I have been you and I must become you I am always you I must become you ay-a ay-a ah ay-a ay-a ah ah maya ma maya ma om star mother ma om maya ma ah December 1971