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Bottomley John Blackberry Klee Wyck Born into a raging snowstorm Sweeping movement in the sky When you were young they called you Millie With your dreamy smoky purple eyes Woo you sang to sleep your favourite monkey Housewives called you queer and crazy Pulling a baby buggy full of groceries You became a riddle of a landlady Oh Emily Carr In the forest I found you You painted what you felt Poured until the pail was empty The panther called you Klee Wyck In the quiet of the *endymion hour The ancients came a knocking Up the stairs into the lamplight in the attic Tumbled gigantic and chaotic In the lonely Indian village Between the forest and the shore Relief's a funny kind of kinship By the houses of the totem pole Oh Emily Carr In the forest I found you You painted what you felt Poured until the pail was empty The raven called you Klee Wyck You bought an old gypsy trailer A taxi hauled you into the wood Curried sausage on the fire Where your inner sanctum stood Never one to starve one's own soul no no no Better to be a street sweeper Pull the peacock from out thy heart Why is laughter like a pen ? Oh Emily Carr In the forest I found you You painted what you felt Poured until the pail was empty Oh Emily Carr, oh Emily Carr The thunderbird called you KIee Wyck The laughing one The laughing one *Endymion -- In Greek mythology, a handsome young man who was loved by a moon goddess and whose youth was preserved by eternal sleep. |
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