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Wednesday, May 3, 2017

SONGS FROM THE MORNING.... MAN'S QUEST FOR HOME...... with an ADDED EDIT

      The town raises its spires to the
heavens in the evening light;
he enters the harbour at last,
released from the sea
       to find a sailor's home,
sheltered on the beach
       a voyager resting, he speaks:

       "O wind, soothed, soft-spoken
silent wind, won't you blow my love
to me
        O night, dark-forgotten lonely
night, give your breath to be
         through the trees and ships' lights,
harbour, speaking wave-crests on the sea
         through the streets, lost-lighted
orchard keeping her leaves"

          speak, speak the circle opening
of grief and joy to be
          hold, hold within the water's bowl
a trace the wind will leave
          when the houses are gone here
and speak her love to me...

          for the moment we did not seize
and let breathe
          has passed and is gone


          so speak O you silent one,
soothed forgotten quiet one
           and give your breath of peace
to me this short while

         For home is the sea, bell-ringing,
sounding sea, curling waved
          low rising the tossing surf falls
the day
          O sea, soft watered shining sea,
be to me as a wife is, warm
to her lover
           and lull me, pull to me, cleanse
me with soft words
          
          I have seen your long-haired
women of the rocks, call, watery bowers
          and I have known your peoples,
never still, been with me
          O sea singing shining sea be
with me still in the evening.


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(C)2017 by W.G. Milne

taken from a much longer poem
of several books,  this writing uses
a long line, more internal rhythms
and rhyme - and really, I think
should be read aloud. So I'll be
looking for a microphone to do this.


I did an edit at 4:00 A.M. this
morning. I took out a few wasted
words... and phrases that messed up
the rhythm of the lines...

Check out the following - after a week
of two we'll see if the edit is an improvement.




 "O wind, soothed, soft-spoken
silent wind, won't you blow my love
to me
        O night, dark-forgotten lonely
night, give your breath to be
         through the trees and ships' lights,
 the harbor,

         breathing wave-crests on the sea
 through these streets,

the lost-lighted orchard keeping her leaves"
speaks  the circle's opening



       speak O you silent one,
soothed forgotten quiet one,
            give your breath of peace
to me this short while

         For home is the sea, bell-ringing,
sounding sea, curling waved
          low rising, the tossing surf falls
on the day
          O sea, soft watered shining sea,
be to me as a wife is, warm
to her lover
           and lull me, pull to me, cleanse
me with soft words
          
          I have seen your long-haired
women of the rocks call, bowers watery,
          and I have known your peoples,
restless still, they have been with me
          O sea singing shining sea dance
with me still in the evening.

                                 *******