Friday, August 20, 2010
Fast Day 168 August 20 2010 {Miller's Crossing}
Miller's Crossing
I was born in the green of Silvermines,
I grew in the Knockinroe;
The end of the earth was the Dublin Road,
from Shallee to Kilbo' .
I will never...
ever...
return...
from here;
never to smell my sweetheart's hair !
I worked in the mines of Bellagowan
and never saw the light;
made love to a girl of my own tender age
in a cock, cut and scythe'd.
I will never...
ever...
renew...
that love;
exiled from those lands of desire !
My mother cried when I took ship to sail
to work with pick and hoe;
A lock of her hair to America,
the gowan of my soul.
I will never...
ever...
see her...
again:
yet ne'er again to see her cry.
The streets they were not paved with gold;
I worked down in the mine;
and man fought against man as Goshen old;
my table set with line.
I will never...
ever...
forget...
my dears:
Thou loved my things, as I did thine.
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notes
Kilbo' : license with the name "Kilboy"
Bellagowan: the old name for Silvermines was Beal Atha Gabhann and Bellagowan.
cock: a place to store hay
gowan: a daisy flower
Goshen: where the Hebrews lived in slavery in Egypt
table: a tombstone
line: linen
things: in the sense of whatever is conceived to exist and as an assembly, a coming together in one person of many aspects.
first draft; I found this exhausting but in a good sense... it fills me with evanescence.
Tempo
The first 4 lines are to be read normally.
The next two are to be very slow and mournful:
"never......ever......see her.....again "
with a slight quickening and rise on the last syllable "again" ;
it goes long-short long-short long-short short-long, the last long syllable rising back up.
The last line is a bit slower than the first 4, and is realization: fulfillment of understanding, yet far from fulfillment of desire.
Later: I came back and changed the form in the lines 5 through 8 to emphasize the slow and heavy punctuation.
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2 comments:
I can see that. It's transcendent.
Thanks, Forest Muse whom autumn will never touch!
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