Klee Follow

Born into a raging snowstormSweeping movement in the skyWhen you were young they called you MillieWith your dreamy smoky purple eyesWoo you sang to sleep your favourite monkeyHousewives called you queer and crazyPulling a baby buggy full of groceriesYou became a riddle of a landladyOh Emily CarrIn the forest I found youYou painted what you feltPoured until the pail was emptyThe panther called you Klee WyckIn the quiet of the *endymion hourThe ancients came a knockingUp the stairs into the lamplight in the atticTumbled gigantic and chaoticIn the lonely Indian villageBetween the forest and the shoreRelief's a funny kind of kinshipBy the houses of the totem poleOh Emily CarrIn the forest I found youYou painted what you feltPoured until the pail was emptyThe raven called you Klee WyckYou bought an old gypsy trailerA taxi hauled you into the woodCurried sausage on the fireWhere your inner sanctum stoodNever one to starve one's own soul no no noBetter to be a street sweeperPull the peacock from out thy heartWhy is laughter like a pen ?Oh Emily CarrIn the forest I found youYou painted what you feltPoured until the pail was emptyOh Emily Carr, oh Emily CarrThe thunderbird called you KIee WyckThe laughing oneThe laughing one*Endymion -- In Greek mythology, a handsome young man who was loved by amoon goddess and whose youth was preserved by eternal sleep.