Posts tagged ‘1969’

Saturday, 28 May 2016

Sympathy of Peoples by Robert Stuart Fitzgerald

No but come closer. Come a little
Closer. Let the wall-eyed hornyhanded
Panhandler hit you for a dime
Sir and shiver. Snow like this
Drives its pelting shadows over Bremen,
Over sad Louvain and the eastern
Marshes, the black wold. It sighs
Into the cold sea of the north,
That vast contemptuous revery between
Antiquity and you. Turn up your collar,
Pull your hatbrim down. Commune
Briefly with your ignorant heart
For those bewildered raging children
Europe surrenders her old gentry to.

All their eyes turn in the night from
Your fretfulness and forgetfulness,
Your talk; they turn away, friend.
Their eyes dilated with dreams of power
Fix on the image of the mob wet
With blood scaling the gates of order.
Anarchist and incendiary
Caesar bind that brotherhood
To use and crush the civil guard,
Debauch the debauché, level
Tenement and court with soaring
Sideslipping squadrons and hard regiments,
Stripped for the smoking levée of the
Howitzer, thunderstruck under the net.

The great mouth of hunger closes
On swineherd and princess, on the air
Of jongleur and forest bell; Grendel
Swims from the foul deep again.
Deputy, cartelist, academician
Question in haste any plumeless captain
Before the peremptory descent
Of mankind, flattered and proud.
With whitening morning on the waste
You may discern through binoculars
A long line of the shawled and frozen,
Moving yet motionless, as if those
Were populations whom the sun failed
And the malicious moon enchanted
To wander and be still forever
The prey of wolves and bestial mazes.

From: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/48650

Date: 1969

By: Robert Stuart Fitzgerald (1910-1985)

Monday, 16 May 2016

The New World, Requesting Nothing but Peace by Steven Orlen

The sky extracts color like blood into needles.
Our pristine organists have landed again
in movable towers, set on the backs of donkeys
in the grand, ascetic tradition:

if only to break the silence
or create new ones burned with our names,
only to say we have lived here,
to be counted among the missing.

This is the long-awaited continent,
maps without faces, cities without saints,
no encores, no deaths
to plant, no momentos
hung on the walls like crosses.

You cannot imagine the emptiness,
the sabbath of fantasy.

Antarctica, lunar love, future
whatever is offered
we will gladly fall over your edge,
bathe our bodies in salt.

No, we will lie here until we can safely dream,
discover what
kind of life you really lead.

From: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?volume=114&issue=6&page=25

Date: 1969

By: Steven Orlen (1942-2010)

Monday, 8 February 2016

Space Oddity by David Bowie (David Robert Jones)

Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God’s love be with you

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Lift off

This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do

Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles
I’m feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows

Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you…

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do.

From: http://www.songtexte.com/songtext/david-bowie/space-oddity-13dd2559.html

Date: 1969

By: David Bowie (David Robert Jones) (1947-2016)

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

Close Every Door to Me by Timothy Miles Bindon Rice

Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows and shut out the light
Do what you want with me
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime and torture my night

If my life were important I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie far from this world

Close every door to me
Keep those I love from me
Children of Israel are never alone
For I know I shall find
My own peace of mind
For I have been promised a land of my own

Just give me a number
Instead of my name
Forget all about me and let me decay
I do not matter
I’m only one person
Destroy me completely then throw me away

If my life were important I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie far from this world
Close every door to me
Keep those I love from me
Children of Israel are never alone

For we know we shall find
Our own peace of mind
For we have been promised a land of our own.

From: http://artists.letssingit.com/tim-rice-lyrics-close-every-door-d9r36ms#axzz3lD1hr9ZW

Date: 1969

By: Timothy Miles Bindon Rice (1944- )

Monday, 25 May 2015

Swifts* by Glyn Jones

Shut-winged fish, brown as mushroom,
The sweet, hedge-hurdling swifts, zoom
Over waterfalls of wind.
I salute all those lick-finned,
Dusky-bladed air-cutters.
Could you weave words as taut, sirs,
As those swifts’, great cywydd kings,
Swart basketry of swoopings?

*This poem is written in a metre called the traethodl, which means something like ‘delivery in rhyme’, I suppose. Each line has seven syllables and an accented final syllable rhymes with an unaccented. The ‘great cywydd-kings’ are the Welsh poets who wrote in the cywydd metre, following Dafydd ap Gwilym and his contemporaries, poets like Gruffydd Grug, Iolo Goch, Dafydd Nanmor, and so on. My poem has only eight lines, and my explanation takes longer than the poem! – Glyn Jones

From: http://literature.proquestlearning.com/quick/displayMultiItem.do?Multi=yes&ResultsID=14CAC4CC99F&forAuthor=0&QueryName=literature&ItemNumber=1

Date: 1969

By: Glyn Jones (1905-1995)

Sunday, 25 May 2014

Autopsychography by Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

(Poets feign and conceal
So completely feign and pretend
That the pain which they really feel
They’ll feign for you in the end

And he who reads what they’ve done
Never senses the twofold pain
That’s in them, only the one
Which they never feel but feign

And so, to amuse our minds
Round again to the start
On its circular railway winds
That toy train called the heart.)

From: http://www.disquiet.com/thirteen.html

Date: 1931 (original), 1969 (translation)

By: Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (1888-1935)

Translated by: Michael Peter Leopold Hamburger (1924-2007)

Saturday, 11 May 2013

Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell (Roberta Joan Anderson)

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev’ry fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all.

From: http://jonimitchell.com/music/song.cfm?id=83

Date: 1969

By: Joni Mitchell (Roberta Joan Anderson) (1943- )

Friday, 14 December 2012

Dorothy Osborne in the Country by Peter Porter

Watching the doves in the drowned park,
Every leaf dripping its colourless wax,
The shine of water over the world’s face,
I envy the slightest fish in its cold pond.
I shall take the waters of Epsom for my spleen
Among high ladies and their little dogs:
Boredom is like the great clock in the hall,
It writes the hours with unchanging face.

My suitors’ wheels turn upon the drive:
Sir Entail and Sir Gravitas approach–
The one owns all a lake and half a shire,
The other is tone deaf and keeps a choir.
The wet birds still sing and dare to love.
Easy to warm against melancholy,
Hard to be true hearted at midnight
Along in England under uncertain stars.

Fortune is a horse that must be ridden,
Fear a curtain to be pushed aside.
Birds build in soundest branches,
Precepts of love hang all about my eyes.
In a field a boy fights the wind
Whipping his kite to a corner of the sky,
The string still holds and the proud frame
Turns its cheek upon the dangerous air.

From: http://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/porter-peter/dorothy-osborne-in-the-country-0287083

Date: 1969

By: Peter Porter (1929-2010)

Friday, 3 August 2012

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother by Robert William Scott and Sidney Keith “Bob” Russell

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

He’s my brother
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother…

From: http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/the_hollies/he_aint_heavy_hes_my_brother.html

Date: 1969

By: Robert William Scott (1937-1990) and Sidney Keith “Bob” Russell (1914-1970)

Sunday, 1 April 2012

One Thing At Least by James McAuley

One thing at least I understood
Practically from the start,
That loving must be learnt by heart
If it’s to be any good.

It isn’t in the flash of thunder,
But in the silent power to give―
A habit into which we live
Ourselves, and grow to be a wonder.

Some like me are slow to learn:
What’s plain can be mysterious still.
Feelings alter, fade, return,

But love stands constant in the will:
It’s not alone the touching, seeing,
It’s how to mean the other’s being.

From: http://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/mcauley-james/one-thing-at-least-0433015

Date: 1969

By: James McAuley (1917-1976)