Posts Tagged ‘angels

13
Dec
09

For Some Time Now I’ve Been Going To Bed With Walt Whitman

For some time now I’ve been going to bed with Walt Whitman.
I don’t always wake up with him. More often it’s someone else;
Today it was Jack Prelutsky and Lilian Moore.
But it’s always Walt Whitman I’m bedding down with.
You might suppose because Walter’s gay he’d be a help picking out clothes;
He’s not though- being dead for over a hundred years has caused him to lose track of fashion.
Shopping turns complicated as he wanders through department stores and supermarkets asking of the stock boys “Are you my angel?”
And it’s kind of odd his wanting me to bring him handfulls of grass so he can explain to me what it is.
But he doesn’t leave stray whiskers on my pillowcases,
He doesn’t hog the covers or turn off the electric blanket or put his cold feet on my calves.
On nights that sleep evades me, I lie back in his arms.
He’ll whisper “O Captain! My Captain!” till consciousness fades away.

21
Apr
09

Ciaran MacQuaid

Many a lonely night ago in a village by the bay
There was a sailor you may know
By the name of Ciaran MacQuaid.
He lived each day with but one thought
To love and be loved by me

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

I was a child and he was a child
And none so fearless and gay
And the jealous Dutchman sent a cloud to steal my Ciaran MacQuaid
It chilled his blood and took his life and left a shell for me

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

A wind blew out of the cloud at night
In this village by the bay
And then his high-born kinsmen came and bore his body away.
They shut him up in a sepulchre
In this village by the bay

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

Our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older and gray
No angels who live in heaven above
Or demons below the bay
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the valiant Ciaran MacQuaid

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

I live alone with my heart of stone
Yes, no more a lover I’ll be
And all the night-tide
I lie down by the side
Of my darling-my darling- my life and my pride

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

Several of us were talking about and ruminating on Edgar Allan Poe’s poem “Annabel Lee.” We all ended up either setting it to music or writing something inspired by it. This is mine.