sorry here's the poem
starling compline by Elizabeth Treadwell
"They learn new motifs and imbed them in their songs"
-Timothy Getner
Just like a Bird when her Young are in Nest,
Goes in, and out, and hops and takes no rest,
But when their Young are fleg'd their heads peep out,
Lord what a chirping does the Old one keep,
-margaret cavendish, duchess of newcastle
*
at the fair:
one by one or staggered twos
tough tiny white balloons
scurry up a tall flat blue
crisp streams a-trailing
homesong:
oh daughter thou shalt have to know the too-bright sun,
new fuel econ., the household rain. oh daughter thou
in these sweet days the bomb etc.
my days long gone i'm
true to you in this i swear in this i pray
greensleeves my fears most please allay
happy happy shall you be, dressed like the sea
the rose-up sea, as the skies they flust, and the ice sheets slide
we all change shape, we best our boast, in fear of ye,
whichever how.
greensleeves my daughter ties me still unto this earth, my lessons
kempt, my grace please let
greensleeves my daughter she
explores does you, your dirty dirt, your sooty built,
your city weeds.....and just today; nasturtium
bird clutched dandelion
the time is come to be grown up
the wate is wide, I cannot cross o'er
and neither have I wings to fly
give me a boat that can carry two
and both shall row, my child and I-----
-----Tradittional
her father, in jumpy silver, sings
*
in the shape of a meadowlark the moon is
***
oh daughter thou
shalt grounde and playe
in these sweet days
in these sweet days
"They learn new motifs and imbed them in their songs"
-Timothy Getner
Just like a Bird when her Young are in Nest,
Goes in, and out, and hops and takes no rest,
But when their Young are fleg'd their heads peep out,
Lord what a chirping does the Old one keep,
-margaret cavendish, duchess of newcastle
*
at the fair:
one by one or staggered twos
tough tiny white balloons
scurry up a tall flat blue
crisp streams a-trailing
homesong:
oh daughter thou shalt have to know the too-bright sun,
new fuel econ., the household rain. oh daughter thou
in these sweet days the bomb etc.
my days long gone i'm
true to you in this i swear in this i pray
greensleeves my fears most please allay
happy happy shall you be, dressed like the sea
the rose-up sea, as the skies they flust, and the ice sheets slide
we all change shape, we best our boast, in fear of ye,
whichever how.
greensleeves my daughter ties me still unto this earth, my lessons
kempt, my grace please let
greensleeves my daughter she
explores does you, your dirty dirt, your sooty built,
your city weeds.....and just today; nasturtium
bird clutched dandelion
the time is come to be grown up
the wate is wide, I cannot cross o'er
and neither have I wings to fly
give me a boat that can carry two
and both shall row, my child and I-----
-----Tradittional
her father, in jumpy silver, sings
*
in the shape of a meadowlark the moon is
***
oh daughter thou
shalt grounde and playe
in these sweet days
in these sweet days