One hundred years and eleven are gone since
you sent the letter
Across time and unfathomable distance
To me.
Had I known better
I never would have come
For here I find a queue, a fence,
dissonance,
No more do faeries hum
To slumbering trout, or dance til break of day.
Come away, o come away.
No more is the gentle quietude
Of which you fondly spoke,
Nor the peaceful solitude
To coax the rhythmic stroke
Of ink.
O my heart how she did sink
When instead of flapping herons I found
Concrete.
Digital frames, persistent clicks, and the clang of machinery.
Your words
Dearest friend
Are long since obsolete.
Come away, o come away.
You could not have known then what your pen would wreak
In the forthcoming times,
How it would lay bare what was beloved,
sacred,
Til men came and cultivated
The waters and the wild
Of those idyllic rhymes.
Come away, o come away.
This ode to Muir could make a good song. Any interest in forms somewhat tighter than art song? My repertoire is a mix of euro-folk and bluegrass. Toward the last third of a concert, the audience seems settled enough for slower, longer, more demanding forms, but I haven’t pushed very hard in that direction yet.
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It is a response to W.B. Yeats- I recently visited Glencar waterfall in Sligo and it is nothing like his recollection. I am interested in writing lyrics, though I have no experience. I’ll have to check out your website.
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Lovely words, I really enjoyed this 🙂
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Enjoyed this very much.
Ramon
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Reblogged this on in The Telling of… and commented:
Valour of a Hare’s blog on wordpress features poetic writing and heartbreak – take a look if you dare….
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Wow thank you for that.
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Love this. So very talented.
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WOW that was excellent! you had me from
“No more do faeries hum
To slumbering trout, or dance til break of day.”
WHAT a fabulous line. You sounded straight out of the 1400’s, or maybe further back! I’m in shock, didn’t know you were so creative!!! 🙂
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Aww thanks. I can’t take too much credit though as this was a response poem to Yeats’s The Stolen Child. I was working from his original material.
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well, I reblogged it anyway…it was awesome!!!
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Reblogged this on Shards Of DuBois and commented:
I was speechless…and that says a lot!! 🙂
Check out this blog, you will be amazed at the writing!!
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I know ‘The Stolen Child’ well, and this is a fine response indeed.
– sonmicloud
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Thank you! I went to the waterfall recently and it was overrun with tourists. They were even building a tearoom at the time.
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Reblogged this on Sonmi's Cloud and commented:
Beautiful lines from a most enjoyable wordsmith, I recommend a visit to peruse the work of this particular Hard.
“For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand” – sonmicloud
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