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kayjay
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0 posted 2004-06-21 09:41 AM


(Author's note:  I did the following for a poetry post some time ago.  It is based on an all time favorite of mine, which follows. Reposted)

Day undone (Longfellow parody)

The day’s undone by darkness
Veiling the night.
A feather, shot like an arrow
Drops an eagle from his flight.

The gloomy lights of villages,
Hunkered down amid the mist,
Teach me sad and blue notes,
While my soul cries out, desist.

I cringe from sadness crying;
I cannot stand the pain.
I wish that I could borrow
Some surcease from the rain.

Can’t you find some poem
To read me whilst I lay
My troubled burden down,
I’ve got the blues today.

No Frost or cummings please,
They don’t know how to rhyme.
They clump along in meter
Or ooze along in slime.

I hear their marching sounds,
Their meter and foot my test.
They thump in rhythmic step.
Are they really at their best?

Find me some beginning bard
With teardrops in his heart,
Just as thick as raindrops
When hurricanes start.

He’s been toiling all his day
or maybe has a disease.
He’s playing somber music
and woeful melodies.

The blues don’t need a reason,
I’d find some solace there.
It’d be a powerful blessing,
Perhaps bring back my hair.

So read me from your book,
Whatever. I’d rejoice.
And while your caterwaulin’,
Take some whiskey for your voice.

Now the dark has harmony
That you cannot find in day.
It’s like some desert nomad
That’ll silently steal away.

Day is Done - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is done, and the darkness
  Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
  From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
  Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
  That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
  That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
  As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
  Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
  And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
  Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
  Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
  Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
  And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
  Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
  Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
  And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
  Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
  The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
  That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
  The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
  The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music
  And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
  And as silently steal away.


© Copyright 2004 Ken Julkowski - All Rights Reserved
Dr.Moose1
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1 posted 2004-06-21 06:03 PM


kayjay,
It's an interesting take on Longfellows' poem. The only critique I would offer would be ( again ) the stressed and un-stressed syllable thing. I reference your line:

" find me some beginning bard
with teardrops in his heart
just as thick as raindrops
when hurr_I_canes start"

To me, this forces the reader to accent a normally unaccented syllable in order to follow meter, thus interrupting the flow of an otherwise well crafted piece. But, then again, I may just be coming down with a severe case of obsessive/compulsive disorder.
Enjoyed the read.
Doc

kayjay
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since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015
Oregon
2 posted 2004-06-21 08:49 PM


I very much welcome your comments.  Thank you.  You are correct, some editing could be done there.  You might look at Day Begins, if you like,  in Open 32, which I wrote for the challenge.  Again, thanks for the comment.  (Doc is my lifelong family nickname)

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light

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