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Running Into Blue
02:19
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The days will race like tides
out of our reach;
Grant us more time
to see the milk sky
running into the blue water
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Jaguar Print
02:43
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You moved in leaf and languor
like a wave breaking in the sun
light on our feet, and the jaguar print
of leaf shadows; urged by warm gusts
our small words lost,
and spring's powder puff
Falling from the place trees
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3. |
Entenza
03:59
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All is gone except one word
Entenza and the sound still heard
Never heard; ringing along the hurt neon
in dawn of foraging birds
in sight of predatory night,
the name of the station, Entenza
and the sound still heard, never heard;
And all is gone except one word
and the sound still heard
and the sound never heard;
All is gone, it will never be heard
in any other way
but as she said it.
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Gold City
02:55
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Gold city, gilded with summer light,
obscure in the shimmering street
ever elusive, rarely where it should be,
always about to arrive.
And a dream may go down with the sun
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Travelling Show
03:13
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I missed the travelling show
while searching for a new way of
doing things.
Yet the show had its day in the sun
until they called time;
I missed the travelling show
and it's too late, too late to
look for it now.
I walked in March with my uncle
John
to gather green cress from a
stream;
that's a long time gone
and the stream gone too;
it had its season.
John is a long time gone,
and the stream gone too,
and all that we knew.
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6. |
Empty Well
03:37
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Might as well roar
in an empty well,
as to try to find hide or hair
of friends long gone.
Guitar on the wall
and you held it in your hand
to squeeze out sparks
across the starry ravine.
Play on, play on, play on, play on...
Might as well roar in an empty well
Might as well holler
They no longer gather here.
Used to walk home late at night
the dome of the sky reeling with light.
Once I could have met them
at the drop of a hat,
at the flick of a switch,
a walk into the bar.
Play on, play on, play on, play on...
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Interregnum
03:18
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They were drawn to each other in March
a time before fine gold dust.
No words can make him see now
The slant of the streets, the ripening sun,
or how it went in the Interregnum.
Majesty between seasons:
by April they were brimming
in a dream of each other;
come May, summer reigned
and spring was past.
In the bright mauve evening
in the lavender light,
in the orange glow over the rooftops
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8. |
Don Quixote
03:56
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It was all in the game, the game itself
no photographs, no testament;
Just an unsigned Don Quixote, gathering
dust.
The lovers thronged at the book stalls
the young women bought the books,
the young men the roses
It was all in the game, the game itself
once played, once over.
It was all behind the barrier reef
of your smile, the iron will
would find its way in the end;
Given on a day of festival, gathering dust.
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Miles to Hear
04:39
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Our eyes met and wavered as water disturbed,
then fixed darkly, hunter and hunted,
powder blue stage whisper
sifting from the dome of sky.
Midnight's chimed, time for us to lay our
heads
in the nubian night; Brass and reed
folded away in velvet, the players all
light up and go.
Better sometimes the song without
words
persian blue, and breathless with falling
stars;
Above the city roofs, the brass funicular
of jazz
crawling celestial out of the Earth.
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10. |
Father
04:13
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I walk with your walk give or take
and think that sometimes you are aware
And that this it your support
among the concrete and the crows.
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Instruction
03:21
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Your instruction came back tonight
in a pilot light, your words your bond
where we sat strapped together
and the easy push of your ’put her into forward.’
Those four words, barely audible
in your yet unbeaten voice,
out from under cloud cover, the urging
to go forward, to advance and conquer
all.
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Ghost in White Face
03:09
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That April morning
Feline in the open window,
there was the sun before it began to soar.
The trees were green lace,
playing their shadows
like fingers of noon.
In the dislocated street,
ghosts in white face
linger outside the bar.
Low-slung willow,
arc of callow youth
in the autumn of twigs and trees.
Ghosts in white face
Linger at the corner.
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13. |
Seize the Day
03:27
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Outside the city
At its torrid affair,
while the night was telling us
to seize the day, seize the day.
And the tidal dark
wonders where to beach us,
hands race around
the weary clock face, seize the day,
seize the day.
Now that there is room to think,
now there is room to think.
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Sonny Condell Dublin, Ireland
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