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Steve April
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11/9/2010 11:20:57 AM
---- Updated 11/9/2010 4:19:43 PM
Emily Dickinson birthday coming up
Emily's poetry, sensual, and dwells in the house of mystery.
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Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
and on the strangest sea;
yet, never, in extremity,
it asked a crumb of me.
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Some things that fly there be,
birds, hours, the bumble-bee;
of these no elegy.
Some thngs that stay there be,
grief, hills, eternity;
nor this behooveth me.
There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!
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Who never lost are unprepared
a coronet to find;
who never thirsted, flagons
and cooling tamarind.
Who never climbed the weary league
can such a foot explore
the purple territories
on Pizarro's shore?
How many legions overcome?
The emperor will not say.
How many colors taken
on Revolution Day?
How many bullets bearest?
The royal scar hast thou?
Angels, write "promoted"
on this soldier's brow.
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Steve April
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11/10/2010 2:12:28 PM
---- Updated 11/10/2010 2:47:07 PM
very nice song, by Bob E....
beautiful spanish guitar accompanyin....
the first two verses from the emily poem, and also part of the last verse, if i heard correctly...
kinda mysterioso, and evocative...
props, alittle credit for emily would be nice...
dunno what that poem's about really...
here's a link to a dylan song, that may have been influenced by emily...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gh5QkusIjGc&feature=related
(cover by joan baez)
or here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKlmc8HpkI4&feature=related (joan baez cover)
I love this song. It accurately reflects Joan's search for justice and sense of humility. This has been my favorite Baez song since I first heard it in the 1960's. Thank you for posting.
MMfanAZ 4 months ago
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