LAMENT
When I was a windy boy and a bit
and the black spit of the chapel fold
(cried the old ram rod, dying of women)
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw Sunday night's I wooed
whoever I would with my wicked eyes.
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
all the green-leaved little weddings wives
in the coal-black bush and let them grieve.
When I was a gusty man and a half
and the black beast of the beetles pews
(cried the old ram rod, dying of bitches)
not a boy and a bit in the wick --
Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf,
I whistled all night in the twisted flues,
Midwives grew in the midnight ditches,
And the sizzling sheets of the town cried, Quick!
-- Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal,
Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts,
Whatsoever I did in the coal --
Black night, I left my quivering prints.
When I was a man you could call a man
And the black cross of the holy house,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of welcome),
Brandy and ripe in my bright, bass prime,
No springtailed tom in the red hot town
With every simmering woman his mouse
But a hillocky bull in the swelter
Of summer come in his great good time
To the sultry, biding herds, I said,
Oh, time enough when the blood runs cold,
And I lie down but to sleep in bed,
For my sulking, skulking, coal-black soul!
When I was half the man I was
And serve me right as the preachers warn,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of downfall),
No flailing calf or cat in a flame
Or hickory bull in milky grass
But a black sheep with a crumpled horn,
At last the soul from its foul mousehole
Slunk pouting out when the limp time came;
And I gave my soul a blind, slashed eye,
Gristle and rind, and a roarers' life,
And I shoved it into the coal black sky
To find a woman's soul for a wife.
Now I am a man no more no more
And a black reward for a roaring life,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers),
Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room
I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw --
For, oh, my soul found a sunday wife
In the coal black sky and she bore angels!
Harpies around me out of her womb!
Chastity prays for me, piety sings,
Innocence sweetens my last black breath,
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,
And all the deadly virtues plague my death!
Dylan Thomas
Lamh Foistenach Abu!
some "gets those spirits up" links.
You ought to see and hear this.
Very inspirational---
http://www.greatdanepromilitary.com:80/Battle%20Hymn/index.htm
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NEW VERSION OF GREASE....silly but fun
http://members.shaw.ca/anabw/grease.htm
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Sent a power point out of this a few days ago & surprise -- it arrives as a URL!
The power point, which many of you received was beautifully done..but these pix are lovely...to me the table border is distracting - If I decide to "fix it' will share the link
http://home.att.net/~hideaway_today/t083/fall.htm
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I posted this once before but some may have missed it
Those who grew up with western movies, I'm sure you'll enjoy it, I did . It's Refreshing !!
http://www.oldfortyfives.com/thoseoldwesterns.htm
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OKAY. How would you pronounce this child's name: 'Le-a' ???
Leah?? NO
Lee - A?? NOPE
Lay - a?? NO
Lei?? Guess Again.
It's pronounced 'Ledasha' Yes... you read it right.
This child attends a school in Livingston Parish, LA. Her mother is
irate because everyone is getting her name wrong. SO, if you see
something come across your desk like this please remember to
pronounce it correctly.
When the mother was asked about the pronunciation of the name,
she said 'the dash don't be silent.'
and I am wondering who she voted for president?.
