Today's poet

Artists and psychologists hey! :rolleyes:;):)

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Here is a short ditty from my university days:

Farouche, uncertain, idle Liz,
first year in Arts, in sex, in digs,
was quick to hear but slow to heed
the call to study and the need to read.

Susanna spend nights in libidinal pleasuring,
mornings studying History, afternoons
speaking at women's lib meetings. Her thesis
on Froude, Freud and freedom is practically done.

(Anon)

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Hello poetry people

I'm going to dip my toe into the poetry thread and offer a poem of my own composition

Kinder

A splendid place this plateau
of rich, dark, peat
A wilderness at rest
like a lazy wrinkled sheet

The collapsed meandering tunnels of giant worms
across this torturous land
or the dragging tips of fingers
by some collosal hand

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Neil I adore this...wonderful stuff and X runner...;)......ahem

I can't recall if I have posted this one before but it is one of my fave's...dedicated to an absent friend

Love after love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott </B>

Goodbye my lost love,
We had many a snatched momement together,
We dreamed for better things,
But in the end, reality got the better of us,
No regrets, we had a good run,
But now it's time to part,
I will never forget you, see you in the next life.

For a dear friend:(

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Goodbye my lost love,
We had many a snatched momement together,
We dreamed for better things,
But in the end, reality got the better of us,
No regrets, we had a good run,
But now it's time to part,
I will never forget you, see you in the next life.

For a dear friend:(

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This is very poignant Merry. Hope you are ok.

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Originally Posted by Hes

This is very poignant Merry. Hope you are ok.

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Pain, sadness, but no regrets, i'll be fine Hes, don't worry, just felt the need to write it;)

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Goodbye my lost love,
We had many a snatched momement together,
We dreamed for better things,
But in the end, reality got the better of us,
No regrets, we had a good run,
But now it's time to part,
I will never forget you, see you in the next life.

For a dear friend:(

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I agree very poignant.....take care Merry big hug x
ps some of the best art comes outta pain i think ...

THE HARE

In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked her lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled o' the green;
And I whispered 'Whsst! witch-hare,'
Away like a ghostie o'er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.

(Walter de la Mare, with thanks to Hes for the inspiration)

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Originally Posted by XRunner

THE HARE

In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked her lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled o' the green;
And I whispered 'Whsst! witch-hare,'
Away like a ghostie o'er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.

(Walter de la Mare, with thanks to Hes for the inspiration)

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Thank you so much XRunner, I haven't come across this one before. It's lovely. My series of 12 small hare prints was inspired by this translation of a 15th century hunting poem. If the hunter can recite all 72 bames for the hare, it will be delivered into his power. Didn't like the hunting bit but loved the names:

The Names of the Hare
translated from middle English by Seamus Heaney

The hare, call him scotart,
big-fellow, bouchart,
the O'Hare, the jumper,
the rascal, the racer.

The wimount, the messer,
the skidaddler, the nibbler,
the ill-met, the slabber.

The quick-scut, the dew-flirt,
the grass-biter, the goibert,
the home-late, the do-the-dirt.

The starer, the wood-cat,
the purblind, the furze cat,
the skulker, the bleary-eyed,
the wall-eyed, the glance-aside
and also the hedge-springer.

The stubble-stag, the long lugs,
the stook-deer, the frisky legs,
the wild one, the skipper,
the hug-the-ground, the lurker,
the race-the-wind, the skiver,
the shadow-shifter, the hedge-squatter,
the dew-hammer, the dew-hoppper,
the sit-tight, the grass-bounder,
the jig-foot, the earth-sitter,
the light-foot, the fern-sitter,
the kail-stag, the herb-cropper.

The creep-along, the sitter-still,
the pintail, the ring-the-hill,
the sudden start, the shake-the-heart,
the belly-white, the lambs-in-flight.

The snuff-the-ground, the baldy skull,
(his chief name is scoundrel!)

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Originally Posted by Hester Cox

The Names of the Hare

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Seamus Heaney gave us a wonderful afternoon of poetry reading when I was at school.

Will we see a print of a hare called the Scotart, Hes?

Are there 72 names of the hare in the poem?

If you produce all 72 prints of the Hare, will its power be delivered into you?

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Pain, sadness, but no regrets, i'll be fine Hes, don't worry, just felt the need to write it;)

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It is good that you did. Hope you feel better. Take care Merry.x

An interesting article about animals and sporting life.

Hey Xrunner...great minds eh?!!!

By the way, I really did enjoy your ditty from your uni days.

I also wanted to say hello to Neil and thanks for the lines on Kinder.

What a fabulous night for poetry and peoples feelings. Another day of outstanding contributions i loved reading them all.

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Originally Posted by XRunner

An interesting article about animals and sporting life.

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That looks very interesting, I've saved it to my favourites and will have a proper read tomorrow (probably when I'm supposed to be working). I'm doing two new snall hare prints...will have to choose two new names, I'm tempted to do gobshite and shag-the-hare but I think I might wait until I'm ancient and can get away with that kind of thing!

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

What a fabulous night for poetry and peoples feelings. Another day of outstanding contributions i loved reading them all.

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i agree, lovely poems hes and x runner...its good that people can express their feelings here.....

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Originally Posted by freckle

i agree, lovely poems hes and x runner...its good that people can express their feelings here.....

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Totally agree:)

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Originally Posted by Hes

Thank you so much XRunner, I haven't come across this one before. It's lovely.)

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Did you know that the middle name for Harry H Howgill is Hare?:D

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Did you know that the middle name for Harry H Howgill is Hare?:D

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Always wondered what the H was for! What's the X for then Xrunner?;):D

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Originally Posted by Hes

My series of 12 small hare prints was inspired by this translation of a 15th century hunting poem.

The Names of the Hare
translated from middle English

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Here is another version of this poem in Norman-French Anglo-Saxon form!

Les nouns de un levre en Englais

The mon that the hare i-met
Ne shal him nevere be the bet,
Bot if he lei down on londe
That he bereth in his honde.
(Be hit staf, be hit bouwe),
And blesce him with his helbowe.
And mid wel goed devosioun
He shall saien on oreisoun
In the worshipe of the hare
Thenne mai he wel fare.

"The hare, the scotart,
The bigge, the bouchart,
The scotewine, the skikart,
The turpin, the tirart,
The wei-betere, the ballart,
The go-bi-dich, the soillart,
The wimount, the babbart,
The stele-awai, the momelart,
The evil-i-met, the babbart,
The scot, the deubert,
The gras-bitere, the goibert,
The late-at-hom, the swikebert,
The frendlese, the wodecat,
The brodlokere, the bromcat,
The purblinde, the fursecat,
The louting, the westlokere,
The waldenlie, the sid-lokere,
And eke the roulekere;
The stobhert, the long-here,
The strau-der, the lekere,
The wilde der, the lepere,
The shorte der, the lorkere,
The wint-swift, the sculkere,
The hare serd, the heg-roukere,
The deudinge, the deu-hoppere,
The sittere, the gras-hoppere,
The fitelfot, the foldsittere,
The cawel-hert, the wortcroppere,
The go-bi-ground, the sitte-stille,
The pintail, toure-tohulle;
The cove-arise,
The make-agrise,
The wite-wombe,
The go-mit-lombe,
The choumbe, the chaulart,
The chiche, the couart,
The make-fare, the breke-forwart,
The fnattart, the pollart,
(His hei nome is srewart);

The hert with the letherene hornes,
The der that woneth in the cornes,
The der that alle men scornes,
The der that no-mon ne-dar nemmen."
When thou havest al this i-said,
Thenne is the hare migtt alaid.
Thenne migtt thou wenden forth,
Est and west, and south and north,
Wedrewardes so mon wile,
The man that con ani skile.
Have nou godne dai, sire hare!
God the lete so wel fare,
That thou come to me ded,
Other in cive, other in bred! Amen!

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Here is another version of this poem in Norman-French Anglo-Saxon form!

Les nouns de un levre en Englais

The mon that the hare i-met
Ne shal him nevere be the bet,
Bot if he lei down on londe
That he bereth in his honde.
(Be hit staf, be hit bouwe),
And blesce him with his helbowe.
And mid wel goed devosioun
He shall saien on oreisoun
In the worshipe of the hare
Thenne mai he wel fare.

"The hare, the scotart,
The bigge, the bouchart,
The scotewine, the skikart,
The turpin, the tirart,
The wei-betere, the ballart,
The go-bi-dich, the soillart,
The wimount, the babbart,
The stele-awai, the momelart,
The evil-i-met, the babbart,
The scot, the deubert,
The gras-bitere, the goibert,
The late-at-hom, the swikebert,
The frendlese, the wodecat,
The brodlokere, the bromcat,
The purblinde, the fursecat,
The louting, the westlokere,
The waldenlie, the sid-lokere,
And eke the roulekere;
The stobhert, the long-here,
The strau-der, the lekere,
The wilde der, the lepere,
The shorte der, the lorkere,
The wint-swift, the sculkere,
The hare serd, the heg-roukere,
The deudinge, the deu-hoppere,
The sittere, the gras-hoppere,
The fitelfot, the foldsittere,
The cawel-hert, the wortcroppere,
The go-bi-ground, the sitte-stille,
The pintail, toure-tohulle;
The cove-arise,
The make-agrise,
The wite-wombe,
The go-mit-lombe,
The choumbe, the chaulart,
The chiche, the couart,
The make-fare, the breke-forwart,
The fnattart, the pollart,
(His hei nome is srewart);
The hert with the letherene hornes,
The der that woneth in the cornes,
The der that alle men scornes,
The der that no-mon ne-dar nemmen."
When thou havest al this i-said,
Thenne is the hare migtt alaid.
Thenne migtt thou wenden forth,
Est and west, and south and north,
Wedrewardes so mon wile,
The man that con ani skile.
Have nou godne dai, sire hare!
God the lete so wel fare,
That thou come to me ded,
Other in cive, other in bred! Amen!

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I love it when you show off X Runner..it makes me smile which is much needed tonight ;)

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Here is another version of this poem in Norman-French Anglo-Saxon form!

Les nouns de un levre en Englais

The mon that the hare i-met
Ne shal him nevere be the bet,
Bot if he lei down on londe
That he bereth in his honde.
(Be hit staf, be hit bouwe),
And blesce him with his helbowe.
And mid wel goed devosioun
He shall saien on oreisoun
In the worshipe of the hare
Thenne mai he wel fare.

"The hare, the scotart,
The bigge, the bouchart,
The scotewine, the skikart,
The turpin, the tirart,
The wei-betere, the ballart,
The go-bi-dich, the soillart,
The wimount, the babbart,
The stele-awai, the momelart,
The evil-i-met, the babbart,
The scot, the deubert,
The gras-bitere, the goibert,
The late-at-hom, the swikebert,
The frendlese, the wodecat,
The brodlokere, the bromcat,
The purblinde, the fursecat,
The louting, the westlokere,
The waldenlie, the sid-lokere,
And eke the roulekere;
The stobhert, the long-here,
The strau-der, the lekere,
The wilde der, the lepere,
The shorte der, the lorkere,
The wint-swift, the sculkere,
The hare serd, the heg-roukere,
The deudinge, the deu-hoppere,
The sittere, the gras-hoppere,
The fitelfot, the foldsittere,
The cawel-hert, the wortcroppere,
The go-bi-ground, the sitte-stille,
The pintail, toure-tohulle;
The cove-arise,
The make-agrise,
The wite-wombe,
The go-mit-lombe,
The choumbe, the chaulart,
The chiche, the couart,
The make-fare, the breke-forwart,
The fnattart, the pollart,
(His hei nome is srewart);
The hert with the letherene hornes,
The der that woneth in the cornes,
The der that alle men scornes,
The der that no-mon ne-dar nemmen."
When thou havest al this i-said,
Thenne is the hare migtt alaid.
Thenne migtt thou wenden forth,
Est and west, and south and north,
Wedrewardes so mon wile,
The man that con ani skile.
Have nou godne dai, sire hare!
God the lete so wel fare,
That thou come to me ded,
Other in cive, other in bred! Amen!

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I'm so glad that you posted that as I was considering typing it all out. I have a copy of it in a book called The Leaping Hare. A very interesting read.

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Originally Posted by Hes

I'm so glad that you posted that as I was considering typing it all out. I have a copy of it in a book called The Leaping Hare. A very interesting read.

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I am trying to find the etymology of the scotart. A minor problem of going through all 15 volumes of the Middle English Dictionary! Thank goodness we have the internet now:)

The orginal version of this poem was written in the reign of Edward I., and is
preserved in MS. Digby 86, Bodleian Library, 4to. vellum, fol. 168.

lightness
meg bateman

It was your lightness that drew me,
the lightness of your talk and your laughter,
the lightness of your cheek in my hands,
your sweet gentle modest lightness;
and it is the lightness of your kiss
that is starving my mouth,
and the lightness of your embrace
that will let me go adrift.

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Originally Posted by XRunner

I am trying to find the etymology of the scotart. A minor problem of going through all 15 volumes of the Middle English Dictionary! Thank goodness we have the internet now:)

The orginal version of this poem was written in the reign of Edward I., and is
preserved in MS. Digby 86, Bodleian Library, 4to. vellum, fol. 168.

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That's good...I had actually been trying to get a definition of scotart by putting 'what is a scotart' into google and got lots of paintings by scottish artists. Your research skills are infinitely superior.

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Originally Posted by freckle

lightness
meg bateman

It was your lightness that drew me,
the lightness of your talk and your laughter,
the lightness of your cheek in my hands,
your sweet gentle modest lightness;
and it is the lightness of your kiss
that is starving my mouth,
and the lightness of your embrace
that will let me go adrift.

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Gosh Freckle...I love this. Uh-oh...think I'm about to have to dig out all my love poetry and have a wallow.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Gosh Freckle...I love this. Uh-oh...think I'm about to have to dig out all my love poetry and have a wallow.

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Go for it..it is sunday after all...classic night for love poetry/melancolia and the such like! (its another one from staying alive the anthology)....oh gawd, suppose i had better go soon...in denial about work tomorrow x

Touch

My hands
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
Invent another body for your body.

Octavio Paz

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Originally Posted by freckle

Go for it..it is sunday after all...classic night for love poetry/melancolia and the such like! (its another one from staying alive the anthology)....oh gawd, suppose i had better go soon...in denial about work tomorrow x

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Me too...I was going to be so good and get an early night so I could get started early tomorrow but here I am and already I see the day shifting and another evening of work tomorrow. Oh well...

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Originally Posted by Hes

Touch

My hands
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
Invent another body for your body.

Octavio Paz

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this is music to my ears....i love it...i was feeling the usual nameless dread i get with sunday evenings...nowt like a bit of love/raunch to lighten the mood!!!! this has cheered me, thanks Hes :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

this is music to my ears....i love it...i was feeling the usual nameless dread i get with sunday evenings...nowt like a bit of love/raunch to lighten the mood!!!! this has cheered me, thanks Hes :)

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You're welcome! Just been reading one by ee cummins called 'May I feel said he'...a little risque and funny.

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Originally Posted by Hes

You're welcome! Just been reading one by ee cummins called 'May I feel said he'...a little risque and funny.

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http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-i-feel-said-he/

yep, that is a classic, loving it!!!!...right i'm offski, sleep well hes...today is another (bleary eyes in my case) day! onwards and upwards :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-i-feel-said-he/

yep, that is a classic, loving it!!!!...right i'm offski, sleep well hes...today is another (bleary eyes in my case) day! onwards and upwards :)

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Night Freckle, sleep well.x

morning all!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
E.B.Browniing

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.






who knows what suprises are in store in life? ....... it would seem Mrs Browning was unaware for a good few years ....


http://ezinearticles.com/?Elizabeth-...Thee?&id=13270

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Did you know that the middle name for Harry H Howgill is Hare?:D

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Guess again big boy. :D

Just don't expect me to tell you when you guess right!

Some things have to be kept secret. ;)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Guess again big boy. :D

Just don't expect me to tell you when you guess right!

Some things have to be kept secret. ;)

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is it for humungos ? (spelling) ?..........tee hee :D, i'll apologise now, sleep deprived mischeviousness.....:)

aye, its monday...but chin up everyone, we can do it!!!!!!!

First fig
Edna St vincent millay

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends —
It gives a lovely light!

gawd i am knackered!

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Originally Posted by freckle

morning all!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
E.B.Browniing

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.






who knows what suprises are in store in life? ....... it would seem Mrs Browning was unaware for a good few years ....


http://ezinearticles.com/?Elizabeth-...Thee?&id=13270

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...what an amazing story. It is a bit like some kind of fairy or folktale, poor talented young woman with heart of gold and stern, cold father has life of tragedy but eventually finds true, everlasting love. I didn't know anything about her before today. I do love this thread, it is so educational as well as a great place to be! Cheers Freckle.

Glad you liked Kinder

Here is another I wrote, I was inspired by memorials high in the mountains, the continuity of life and that people have such a spiritual connection with mountains that they choose to have their ashes spread there.

The spreading of Ashes

Into the wind this dust will blow
to settle in storm gathered pools of water
that dwell behind rocks and grasses
and darken the fleece of lambs due for slaughter

And with that wind a soul will follow
to glide and look down on mountain peaks
and catch the wing of a passing swallow
living forever in the song from their beaks.

Fantastic neil great stuff.