Poetry by Tracy Marks

A Passing of Clouds
copyright 1976, 1987, 2005 by Tracy Marks

About A Passing of Clouds

In fall 1976, unemployed after being laid off from my first teaching job, and living on the Greek Islands with a friend, Donna, I spent many golden sunlit afternoons on remote beaches, writing poetry and reflecting. Thus began A Passing of Clouds, a series of poetic and philosophical/ psychological writings which I continued in 1977, now inspired by a partner who was also a writer.

However the necessity of earning a living and the onset of a chronic illness intervened, and I abandoned A Passing of Clouds in 1977, only resuming to write a few dozen more passages in 1987, after a series of transformational dreams awakened my creative source again.

I am hoping to write more poetic reflections for A Passing of Clouds in 2005, and to eventually publish the collection as a book... As a first step toward doing so, I am posting some of the passages I wrote in both 1976 and 1987. May these inspire you to find your own Muse!

Tracy Marks
also known as Golden, and Torrey Philemon
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June 19, 2005

ALSO IN PROCESS: Tracy's Poetry Index

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume, you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you....

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslateable.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world....

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self....

from Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

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