A gentle voice is floating around ethereal
from doom to dune and in the dusty sky,
the summer's gone and all the grave are crying
my only child
must go
and I must hide
but bring me back an Irish four-leaf clover
from all my friends who've known a sorrow too
for it is I who's here on slopes of mountains
on Caspian beech I lean to wave my love to you
But arrive you may when all the fish are dying
from sea of green and in Caspian Sea
and if I'm dead, as shot by beech or elm tree
you'll place a wreath of clover adrift the sea
and drink the wine forbidden with some caviar
your Irish friends will make a wake for me.
If love can skip a stone above Caspian
your love for me will not be any blasphemy
I'll save my love for you until
you are
with me
comments welcome
Comments
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This is sad...but beautifully written. I especially like the way you ended the poem, the last three lines leave you with an optimistic feeling even with the sorrowful undertones throughout the poem. I also enjoyed how the flow just played along so easily, almost like a song. You'll have to forgive me, it's been quite a while since i've commented on a poem and i'm out of practice - i know that this poem deserves a much better comment than i am giving. Excellent, as always.
p.s. i have a bunch of four leaf clovers in my jewelry box. I used to find them all the time and i'd press them between two pieces of shipping tape so they didn't dry up and fall apart...
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Songs and Four-leaf clovers
Thanks. I'm glad to hear it can be felt as a song when someone is not looking for it. I modeled it after the song "Danny Boy" trying to keep the same structure and it can be sung to that melody(Londonderry Air). I've since read that several people wrote poems to go with that same melody. You must have a good eye because I also read that four-leaf clovers occur about 1 out of 10,000 clovers(of the natural kind -- there's a clover-like plant that always has four leaves)
... For Reference:
"Danny Boy"
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
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