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Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas Caedmon collection @ Amazon.com

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
     The night above the dingle starry,
          Time let me hail and climb
     Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
          Trail with daisies and barley
     Down the rivers of the windfall light.

submitted by a listener…

I think Exploring Music has some of the most brilliant and creative listeners in the world- I just had to share a few poems that a listener from Pittsburgh wrote up for Bill. Thanks, Billy!

Kudos for Tchaikovsky
It was back in “1812”
We were swimming in that lovely “Swan Lake”
When young “Peter” jumps up and says
I must go now! because I have a date

Now if my memory serves me correctly
His girlfriend’s name was Judy
And I tell you my fair-weathered friends
This girl was a “Sleeping Beauty”

She had beautiful long blonde hair
And eyes that you could stare at for hours
And oh! that pretty young face
Made you wanna dance the “Waltz of the Flowers”

But like everything that goes with age
So did her youthful physique
We never saw Judy again
But man she had a nice “Pathetique!”

Peter didn’t take that too lightly
It was a painful and emotional ride
In fact he got so deep in depression
He contemplated committing suicide

Kind of like “Romeo and Juliet”
Except “that one” ended a little more tragic
I guess when you draw the “Queen of Spades”
The most you can hope for is some magic

We never again heard from Peter
Except that he grew old and tired and weary
But there was a rumor that he became a writer
And wrote something called “The Sugar Plum Fairy”


A Very Valentine – Gertrude Stein

Very fine is my valentine.
Very fine and very mine.
Very mine is my valentine very mine and very fine.
Very fine is my valentine and mine, very fine very
mine and mine is my valentine.

Come and Be My Baby – Maya Angelou

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
What you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Willem Mengelberg Poem

In today’s program, Bill mentioned the poem that Willem Mengelberg wrote into his score of Gustav Mahler’s 5th Symphony Adagietto. Here’s the complete text:

Wie ich dich liebe,
Du meine Sonne,
ich kann mit Worten Dir’s nicht sagen
Nur meine Sehnsucht
kann ich Dir klagen
Und meine Liebe
Meine Wonne!

How I love you,
You, my sun,
I cannot find the words to tell you.
Only my longing
Can I lament to you,
And my love,
My delight!

the lower margin, also in Mengelberg’s writing, we read “If music is a
language, then this is the proof. He [Mahler] tells her [Alma] in tones and sounds, in music.”

Excerpted from Constantin Floros’ Gustav Mahler- The Symphonies

Thomas Hardy – Lines to a Movement in Mozart’s E-flat Symphony

Show me again the time
When in the Junetide’s prime
We flew by meads and mountains northerly! –
Yea, to such freshness, fairness, fulness, fineness, freeness,
Love lures life on.

Show me again the day
When from the sandy bay
We looked together upon the pestered sea! –
Yea, to such surging, swaying, sighing, swelling, shrinking,
Love lures life on.

Show me again the hour
When by the pinnacled tower
We eyed each other and feared futurity! –
Yea, to such bodings, broodings, beatings, blanchings, blessings,
Love lures life on.

Show me again just this:
The moment of that kiss
Away from the prancing folk, by the strawberry-tree! –
Yea, to such rashness, ratheness, rareness, ripeness, richness,
Love lures life on.

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