Poetry, music and wisdom…

First I would like to say R.I.P. to all the many artists that have touched my sole, chilled my spine, broken my heart, picked me up, soothed my ears, teased my brain, increased my knowledge & raised the hairs on the back of my neck, Heaven is going to be the best concert hall imaginable to all mankind…

I just found out today that a song that I have enjoyed for long and many a day was originally a poem written by Patrick Kavanagh,  I discovered this from an auld Favourite of mine Tommy Makem on this video    http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=yrIXPQ-Vspk


Raglan Road 

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
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