During Wind and Rain - Homage
Monday, 8 April 2013 10:34:28
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Time to put this one to bed - at least for a while... We sing the old songs once more, Sisters, dad, all of us, hey - With all kinds of voice And mum to play With the curtains damping our noise Ah yes, the years… Who now buys the sheet music scores? We sit outside on the grass Nanny and all of us, hey - Cups of tea cooling, look, And a boy at play Or turning the page of a book Ah yes, the years… Now who sits as the hours go past? We gather again by the fire Me and my father, hey - Christmas tree spangled and starred Unwound streamers astray And the post-box crammed with cards Ah yes, the years… Who will now sit in that chair? Now memories recur like songs Unbidden melodies, hey: Tunes you can’t get out of your head But no one plays The piano gathers dust instead Ah, yes, the years… Turn from the past and move on
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During Wind and Rain
Friday, 5 April 2013 10:36:28
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Now memories
recur like songs
Unbidden
melodies, hey:
Tunes you
can’t get out of your head
But no one
plays
…… the piano
gathers dust instead / The piano and fiddle players dead
Ah, yes, the
years…
Turn from
the past and move on Impossible not to feel sad for those times that are gone. Is that always the way? There must be many for whom an unhappy
childhood is best forgotten. The past
is always strange. Just a few decisions still to be made and then...move on.
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During Wind and Rain
Wednesday, 3 April 2013 15:04:15
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The concluding verse I find the hardest. It's become very nostalgic, which I'm not sure is a good thing. Anyway: Now memories
recur like songs
Tunes you
can’t get out of your head
……
Ah, yes, the
years…
Turn from
the past and move on (I decided the last line had to get me out of it!) Then moved line 2 to line 3 and put in the one about melodies. Unbidden is exactly what they are. Struggled with line 4 for a long time. Referring back to the piano (which I keep typing as paino, a great subject for an analyst!)
Now memories
recur like songs
Unbidden
melodies, hey:
Tunes you
can’t get out of your head
But no one
plays
……
Ah, yes, the
years…
Turn from
the past and move on
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During Wind and Rain - reversioned...
Friday, 22 March 2013 9:44:59
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We gather again by the fire Me and my father, hey - Christmas tree spangled and starred Unwound streamers astray And the post-box crammed with cards Ah yes, the years… Who will now sit in that chair? Altering the third line was the breakthrough here and moving the streamers to the next line. It took ages to find the word 'unwound' but that's what they were. Rolls of crepe paper which we pinned at one end and then twisted into curls. I'm quite happy with rhyming fire and air, too. Just one more verse, I think.
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During Wind and Rain
Tuesday, 19 March 2013 15:27:04
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Now who sits as the hours go past?
is my addition to take up the rhyme from the first line. The next verse is half formed in my mind. I colour code the endings to remind me how the rhyme scheme works:
We gather
again by the fire
Me and my
father, hey -
Christmas
streamers ………..
And ………………………………..
With the
post-box crammed with cards
Ah yes, the
years…
……………………………………………….
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During Wind and Rain
Friday, 15 March 2013 10:00:04
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For the next
verse I started off with this:
We sit
outside on the lawn
Nanny and
all of us there
Cups of tea
cooling
And boys at
play
Or lying and
reading a comic
Ah yes, the
years…
Who lies on
the lawn…..
Some
important changes. Grass gives me more opportunities
for the last – undecided – line. Changing the boys to boy alters the whole feel
for me because suddenly the boy is me as well as being my son(s). And book would suit either much more than
comic. The ‘look’ is a bit forced but in keeping with Hardy, I feel. Just the last line to work on.
We sit outside on the grass
Nanny and
all of us, hey -
Cups of tea cooling, look,
And a boy at
play
Or turning
the page of a book
Ah yes, the
years…
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During Wind and Rain 2
Wednesday, 13 March 2013 14:15:49
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A bit of a struggle but in the end a soluition usually emerges. I had to abandon the original first line which, ironically, was the one that had got me into using this poem / pattern. But it works and it's also true. We sing the old songs once more,
Sisters,
dad, all of us, hey -
With all
kinds of voice
And mum to play
With the curtains damping our noise
Ah yes, the
years…
Who now buys
the sheet music scores? The standard lamp has had to go, too, though it might make a reappearance later. We did make a lot of noise and the soft furnishings helpoed to protect the neighbours just a bit. The next verse awaits...
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During Wind and Rain
Tuesday, 12 March 2013 12:46:34
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Browsing through some poems of Thomas Hardy, I was struck by the structure of many of his poems: a lot of variation in line length and a resulting stop / start rhythm as well as interesting appearance on the page. Here's his first verse: They sing their dearest songs-- He, she, all of them--yea, Treble and tenor and bass. And one to play; With the candles mooning each face.... Ah, no; the years O! How the sick leaves reel down in throngs! His poem is full of a yearning for the past. I thought I would try the same kind of pattern and also revisit the past but without quite such heavy nostalgia. The 'songs' reminded me of the fact that we did gather around the piano now and then and my mum would play the piano, dad would play avariety of instruments and the rest of us would join in as best we could. We were all amateurs. Mum would buy sheet music of current songs she liked but there would also be music from way back - read from tattered sheet music. So - We sing the newest songs Sisters, dad, all of us, hey With all kinds of voice And mum to play With the standard lamp aglow on the side Ah yes, the years… Who now buys the sheet music scores?
- is a beginning but of course, he has a rhyme scheme as well. That will need some work.
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