Babelfishing Poetry: "Swimming October's Horn"
Babelfishing Poetry: "Swimming October's Horn"
Hello! Are you looking forward to the weekend? Me too. I am hoping the heat (yes, we often have unseasonable heat in October) and the wildfire smoke will not be so bad that I won't be able to enjoy a walk outside. I love autumn and I want to be able to savor as much of it as possible not cooped up inside my apartment.
But regardless of the season, it's Friday, and thus time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, massage the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song always evoked an end-of-summer feeling for me whenever I heard it on the radio during my youth: Vince Guaraldi's "Cast Your Fate To The Wind" (listen to Shelby Flint's version here, or listen to We Five's folksy rendition here, or watch video of George Winston's solo piano version here, or listen to Chet Atkins' instrumental version here, or listen to The Sandpipers' easy listening-style interpretation here). Enjoy.
Swimming October's Horn
And the day-night months,
swimming October's horn
when the tide navigator comes in,
if the wind and they were cast here.
The wind.
The autumn wind is not enough.
Heaven and Earth empty, buddy.
But the species generally has the virtue of people, you believed.
Just so, if for the time change, and through the year.
And now they all reorganize
spirit that tears solitude.
Perhaps they never will.
A person walking in front of the crossroads.
Today, dark skin, laughing and drink,
blown animosity probe.
However, if you are old and wise-skilled,
I am like a half-hearted man.
I wonder how I know
3 can send a common-licensed jester.
.
Hello! Are you looking forward to the weekend? Me too. I am hoping the heat (yes, we often have unseasonable heat in October) and the wildfire smoke will not be so bad that I won't be able to enjoy a walk outside. I love autumn and I want to be able to savor as much of it as possible not cooped up inside my apartment.
But regardless of the season, it's Friday, and thus time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, massage the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song always evoked an end-of-summer feeling for me whenever I heard it on the radio during my youth: Vince Guaraldi's "Cast Your Fate To The Wind" (listen to Shelby Flint's version here, or listen to We Five's folksy rendition here, or watch video of George Winston's solo piano version here, or listen to Chet Atkins' instrumental version here, or listen to The Sandpipers' easy listening-style interpretation here). Enjoy.
Swimming October's Horn
And the day-night months,
swimming October's horn
when the tide navigator comes in,
if the wind and they were cast here.
The wind.
The autumn wind is not enough.
Heaven and Earth empty, buddy.
But the species generally has the virtue of people, you believed.
Just so, if for the time change, and through the year.
And now they all reorganize
spirit that tears solitude.
Perhaps they never will.
A person walking in front of the crossroads.
Today, dark skin, laughing and drink,
blown animosity probe.
However, if you are old and wise-skilled,
I am like a half-hearted man.
I wonder how I know
3 can send a common-licensed jester.
.