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THE FALL OF A POET (RAGLAN ROAD)
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On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue.
I saw the danger and yet I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.
On Grafton street in November,
We stepped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worlds of passions pledged.
The queen of hearts still baking tarts
And I not making hay,
For I loved too much; by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind.
I gave her secret signs
That’s known to artists who have known
the gods of sound and rhyme
But words and tint without stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like the clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now. Away from me,
so hurriedly. My reason must allow,
for I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, he’ll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.
On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue.
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.
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Ann says: Wow. I read this as a romance between an intuitive (the poet) and a sensor (the woman) which is doomed due to her inability to appreciate poetry. Not having their work appreciated might serve as a mortal blow to any artist.
Raglan Road written by Patrick Kavanaugh, performed by The Twilight Lords. Image: Cobalt Blue and Heavenly Ambiance by Nik Helbig.
