dedalus Posted November 27, 2014 Share Posted November 27, 2014 Womble wingle, plural single, Halloo, halla, hello! When I talk to The Hollybocks among the rocks, They chorus “Dinga, dingle”. Such upright poise and cheerful noise! Then I walk along (as I know you do) and burst into a sudden song Concerning the wake of Dublin Fingal. Ballyboo, ballyram. And thank you, thank you, ma’am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!! I think I’m coming down with flu. In a world of uncertain make believe We sometimes receive Unexpected blessings Like holy water upon your head When hope is sped In the arid desert And all other things forgotten (Too bad about Johnny Rotten.) I remember all the girls, So pretty pretty pretty But the first I can never recollect. The people seem drunk within the fields Using black umbrellas as moral shields: The Irish, I think, are displaced Polynesians, Living under low grey skies And always prey to the wind and rain, But the people amazingly cheerful. In Nepal, one is overwhelmed By the towering mountains, So pure and tall and white ; In India, one is overwhelmed By the chattering people, So eager to be recognized. The Afghans couldn’t give a damn. Japan is something different. It is very strange, with queer Sudden flashes of familiarity. I live here now. It was a slow but good decision: You don’t have to pay attention. Boola, boola, boola, I hate the the goddam rulaas Who think they know it all. They understand the ways of power And subject us to their lack of wisdom Time and time again. I want to be free. Maybe that’s why I settled here, Where I could tune out the language And I had a plum well-paid job. I missed Ireland, of course, But I don’t think Ireland missed me: Another stray kernel of blown-away corn. Love is insistent, It pulses away in your heart No matter what you do. We all live on the edge Of something different, which Sadly rarely comes, And so that means, The life you have built up now Will go on more-or-less forever, And ever and ever. Amen. Then, of course you die. Fuck. I think after you die You should get what you believe in, Heaven or Hell or Nothing. Purgatory, perhaps, for the nervous. Living after death seems such a strange thing But so are the planets and the universe and so are molecules and atoms. Who knows what will happen? Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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