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Great Poems in Song

The second part of my song for The Ancient Mariner - starting in Part V
Play loud, as it is sung quiet - in lockdown

[Verses are omitted below due to word limit] See
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43997/the-rime-of-the-ancient-mariner-text-of-1834

Part V

Till noon we quietly sailed on,    
Yet never a breeze did breathe: 
Slowly and smoothly went the ship, 
Moved onward from beneath. 

Under the keel nine fathom deep,  
From the land of mist and snow, 
The spirit slid: and it was he 
That made the ship to go. 
The sails at noon left off their tune, 
And the ship stood still also. 

The Sun, right up above the mast, 
Had fixed her to the ocean: 
But in a minute she 'gan stir, 
With a short uneasy motion— 
Backwards and forwards half her length 
With a short uneasy motion. 

Then like a pawing horse let go, 
She made a sudden bound: 
It flung the blood into my head, 
And I fell down in a swound. 

How long in that same fit I lay,        
I have not to declare... 

Part V1
[12.45 min]...

'Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look—   
(The Pilot made reply) 
I am a-feared'—'Push on, push on!' 
Said the Hermit cheerily. 

The boat came closer to the ship,    
But I nor spake nor stirred; 
The boat came close beneath the ship, 
And straight a sound was heard. 

Under the water it rumbled on, 
Still louder and more dread: 
It reached the ship, it split the bay; 
The ship went down like lead. 

Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,  
Which sky and ocean smote, 
Like one that hath been seven days drowned 
My body lay afloat; 
But swift as dreams, myself I found 
Within the Pilot's boat. 

Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,  
The boat spun round and round; 
And all was still, save that the hill 
Was telling of the sound. 

I moved my lips—the Pilot shrieked 
And fell down in a fit; 
The holy Hermit raised his eyes, 
And prayed where he did sit. 

I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, 
Who now doth crazy go, 
Laughed loud and long, and all the while 
His eyes went to and fro.                 
'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see, 
The Devil knows how to row.' 

And now, all in my own countree, 
I stood on the firm land! 
The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, 
And scarcely he could stand. 

'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' 
The Hermit crossed his brow. 
'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say— 
What manner of man art thou?' 

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched 
With a woful agony, 
Which forced me to begin my tale; 
And then it left me free. 

Since then, at an uncertain hour,   
That agony returns: 
And till my ghastly tale is told, 
This heart within me burns. 

I pass, like night, from land to land; 
I have strange power of speech; 
That moment that his face I see, 
I know the man that must hear me: 
To him my tale I teach. 

What loud uproar bursts from that door! 
The wedding-guests are there: 
But in the garden-bower the bride 
And bride-maids singing are: 
And hark the little vesper bell, 
Which biddeth me to prayer! 

O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been   
Alone on a wide wide sea: 
So lonely 'twas, that God himself 
Scarce seemèd there to be. 

O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 
'Tis sweeter far to me, 
To walk together to the kirk 
With a goodly company!— 

To walk together to the kirk, 
And all together pray, 
While each to his great Father bends, 
Old men, and babes, and loving friends 
And youths and maidens gay! 

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell      
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! 
He prayeth well, who loveth well 
Both man and bird and beast. 

He prayeth best, who loveth best 
All things both great and small; 
For the dear God who loveth us, 
He made and loveth all. 

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,      
Whose beard with age is hoar, 
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest 
Turned from the bridegroom's door. 

He went like one that hath been stunned, 
And is of sense forlorn: 
A sadder and a wiser man, 
He rose the morrow morn.
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Part 2 amp

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner --- ST Coleridge  (poem in song P2)

No Reason

"Coastal Isle"

Down by the birds on coastal isle
the perfume of mist on salty waves
sinking amber floors between my toes

The smell of mint, skybeaks frequent rocks
of white in the dark, ambient night

Everything is in a shadow mime
and I, a lonesome ghost

I haunt the scenes of picnic greens;
butterflies once nestled in my hair
a tangled mane, I unfold with you

In silence we lay on amber shores
beside the mint-green tide
while the waves rolled by and by
my heart ached like a heavy rope—

Down by the birds on coastal isle
mint green waves on salty shores
amber floors sink underfoot

Water makes dreamers of us all.

Coastal Isle

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I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,—
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turn'd so,
Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?

Sudden Light

Your favorite covers by Diego Ramirez, Luciano Callado & Arturo Ramirez, piano solos, trio & a quartet in the style of Stephen Grappelli. Enjoy a fusion of flavors from hot jazz, beautiful ballads, show tunes, pop, Mexican & Brazilian classics to gospel!

JAZZONIA

The Very Thought of You

☆This is my version of the Dragonborn Song from the epic game Skyrim ☆

Watch the Video on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7m-UmQjLReA

Lyrics by Malukah
Arrangement by Jade Edana (inspired from the original Soundtrack by Jeremy Soule)

Skyrim (Theme - Cover)

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep-by-mary-elizabeth-frye

Music: Hans Zimmer - Day one

Mary Elizabeth Frye - Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

This the English adaptation of a wise saying from the Persian poet Rumi. I have pasted a printout of this in my room's wall. I look up and recite this whenever I find myself getting anxious about something. It appeases me.

Great Secret By Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī

Poem by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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My melody to the poem by Dylan Thomas
This is the first recording on the day it was written in the park.
This later with simple piano:
https://soundcloud.com/user-734457954/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-goodnight-dylan-thomas-in-song

Do not go gentle into that good night --- Dylan Thomas (in song)

This poem is for my brother Bruce 
(Charles Wolfe addressed his poem 'To Mary')

IF I had thought thou couldst have died,
        I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
        That thou couldst mortal be:
It never through my mind had past
        The time would e'er be o'er,
And I on thee should look my last,
        And thou shouldst smile no more!

And still upon that face I look,
        And think 'twill smile again;
And still the thought I will not brook,
        That I must look in vain.
But when I speak—thou dost not say
        What thou ne'er left'st unsaid;
And now I feel, as well I may,
        Sweet Mary, thou art dead!

If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art,
        All cold and all serene—
I still might press thy silent heart,
        And where thy smiles have been.
While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have,
        Thou seemest still mine own;
But there—I lay thee in thy grave,
        And I am now alone!

I do not think, where'er thou art,
        Thou hast forgotten me;
And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart
        In thinking too of thee:
Yet there was round thee such a dawn
        Of light ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
        And never can restore!
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30/7/18
"In the night I was making a prayer to my guardian angel, when I felt the arrival of another spirit. I felt immediately it was Bruce, but wondered if it was polite to interrupt my prayer to welcome him. Immediately the answer came back, of course, and I thought perhaps the angel had facilitated it. Bruce gave me a hug. It felt somehow as though our two spirits were merging for a moment. It was comforting and tearful. Afterwards I said thanks to both. and quickly fell asleep."

18/4/20
"I was tired going to bed. A minute or two after closing my eyes, Bruce appeared before me. His face filled the screen of my vision and, perhaps, also or later, the top of his body. I can’t describe the look on his face. It was one I recognised and something more. He was simply present, no talking, smiling, or facial gestures of any kind. And immediately I felt my heart relaxing and that fragile feeling I’d had all day disappeared in a moment. I couldn’t keep the vision for long - I don’t know: 5 seconds, 10, I doubt 15. It made me happy."

To Bruce --- Charles Wolfe (To Mary)

This lunar beauty
Has no history
Is complete and early,
If beauty later
Bear any feature
It had a lover
And is another.

This like a dream
Keeps other time
And daytime is
The loss of this,
For time is inches
And the heart's changes
Where ghost has haunted
Lost and wanted.

But this was never
A ghost's endeavour
Nor finished this,
Was ghost at ease,
And till it pass
Love shall not near
The sweetness here
Nor sorrow take
His endless look.

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My melody to a poem by WH Auden
(the first fine careless rapture)
wed2ndinchesbsc

This Lunar Beauty --- WH Auden (in song)

Labi Siffre - 'My Song'

Love, meet me in the green glen, 
Beside the tall elm-tree, 
Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen; 
There come with me. 
Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me at the sunset 
Down in the green glen, 
Where we’ve often met 
By hawthorn-tree and foxes’ den, 
Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me in the green glen, 
By sweetbriar bushes there; 
Meet me by your own sen, 
Where the wild thyme blossoms fair. 
Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me by the sweetbriar, 
By the mole-hill swelling there; 
When the west glows like a fire 
God’s crimson bed is there. 
Meet me in the green glen.

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My first melody for John Clare's poem
6May10 1stv 2ndedsc

Love meet me in the Green Glen _ v1 --- John Clare

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

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My melody to Hopkins' poem - with bird chorus
Sep 10 Thur 3rd
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Link to a third version:
https://soundcloud.com/user-734457954/the-windhover-gm-hopkins-in-song?si=2f12c5105b0e45589f73cf610ad9502c&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The Windhover --- Gerard Manley Hopkins (in song, with bird chorus)

Sailing to Byzantium by W B Yeats

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner --- ST Coleridge (poem in song P2)

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