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Songs
1995
John Greaves
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| THE SONG |
Peter Blegvad / John Greaves |
Town In the shadow of a mountain
Crown of the mountain came avalanching down
All summer long
We were stalking what
We came to call THE SONG.
THE SONG was a kind of eruption —
Mover of mountains,
Avalanche of crowns
When we were young
We sought the laws
We thought would cause
THE SONG.
Life is a dream we are phantoms.
Man is the union of Divinity and Dust.
All summer long,
When we were young
Before we'd sung THE SONG.
No mere machine
Made of music
Of words and music
As other songs are —
This was THE SONG,
A recipe, a remedy a cure.
THE SONG would be sung
On the border
Sung by us standing
Straddling the line
Between two worlds
Unified only by THE SONG.
| KEW. RHONE. |
Peter Blegvad / John Greaves
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(Who?)
We who knew no woe
We who were her hero
(When?),
When we were on her knee
When we knew her
When we were one
(Where?)
Kew. Rhone.
We won renown
(How?)
We were her worker
We won honor enow
When we knew her
When we were one
Where?
Kew. Rhone.
not a set animal,
not a set animal, laminates
laminates a tone of
a set animal,
animal, laminates
a set animal,
animal, laminates
laminates a tone of sleep
a tone of sleep
Peel's foe, not a set animal, laminates a tone of sleep
GEGENSTAND
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Peter Blegvad / John Greaves |
It but incurs
A lustre in a flood -
After many not dislodged.
And at each subsidence
Half arises
Half holds to cloudy water -
Nature of its anchor kept occult.
We keep a current
Flowing from a sluice.
Cloud it with corrosives -
Hoping to appropriate
What holds its own so well -
What tips an ever wider wake.
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