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Comrade, I Remember

The following recordings were initiated and made by Jude Conn, to whom I am very grateful. I believe poetry to be a vocal medium, and she (and my son who put them here) have made that a possibility with the poems.  My great grandchildren, and perhaps one of yours, may hear them. Recorded 6/14/2019.


A happening in Moby-Dick and a similar happening many years later

The following recordings were initiated and made by Jude Conn, to whom I am very grateful. I believe poetry to be a vocal medium, and she (and my son who put them here) have made that a possibility with the poems.  My great grandchildren, and perhaps one of yours, may hear them. Recorded 4/14/2019.


Love Song

The following recordings were initiated and made by Jude Conn, to whom I am very grateful. I believe poetry to be a vocal medium, and she (and my son who put them here) have made that a possibility with the poems.  My great grandchildren, and perhaps one of yours, may hear them. Recorded 1/27/2019.


“Tell Her Stars” Feb. 24, 2019

The following recordings were initiated and made by Jude Conn, to whom I am very grateful. I believe poetry to be a vocal medium, and she (and my son who put them here) have made that a possibility with the poems.  My great grandchildren, and perhaps one of yours, may hear them.


Poems, prose and songs, 2.10.19 Part 3

The following recordings were initiated and made by Jude Conn, to whom I am very grateful. I believe poetry to be a vocal medium, and she (and my son who put them here) have made that a possibility with the poems.  My great grandchildren, and perhaps one of yours, may hear them.


Poems, prose and songs, 2.10.19 Part 2

The following recordings were initiated and made by Jude Conn, to whom I am very grateful. I believe poetry to be a vocal medium, and she (and my son who put them here) have made that a possibility with the poems.  My great grandchildren, and perhaps one of yours, may hear them.


Poems, prose and songs, 2.10.19 Part 1

The following recordings were initiated and made by Jude Conn, to whom I am very grateful. I believe poetry to be a vocal medium, and she (and my son who put them here) have made that a possibility with the poems.  My great grandchildren, and perhaps one of yours, may hear them.


Morning Song

Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge

Sometimes I wake up singing
And the morning sky is blue
And the morning birds are winging
And my thoughts are thoughts of you,

Of those happy days together,
Of the days when love was new,
When tomorrow was forever
And forever was with you.


An Old Man Speaks To Those Who Are Young

A couple walking along the Seine River in Paris
A couple walking along the Seine River in Paris
Toni Frissell [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
If I could wish you anything at all
I’d wish that love be there when you are old,
That someone lie beside you in the night
To keep you warm, to keep you from the cold.

I’d wish for hands that reach out in the dark
A voice that lets you know it comes from love,   
Someone beside you looking at the stars.
The stars!  The stars! The everlasting stars!

Love came to me again when I was  old
And made me young but then one night She left
And left me here but still She holds me tight
In memory, and starry, starry night.

O hands that reach out in the dark!
O stars! O starry, starry night!

 

Margaret and Verity

Cottonwoods and Bison, Lamar RiverCounting over ninety ―
Still might be a few—
Thinking some of heaven —
Things I’d want to do
If we were there together,
If I were there with you.

I think I see some cottonwoods,
A grassy place below,
Someone reaching out to me —
It’s you — I know, I know.

I feel you holding close to me
We dance the whole night through
To all the songs I left undanced
But wish I’d danced with you.

I feel the music now. It seems
I hear it in my dreams.
Heaven is some place with you,
Somewhere we have been.