Lyr Add: Monkeys (Padraic Colum - sound poem)

Subject: RE: Monkeys by Padraic Colum (sound poem)
From: GUEST,Jim Clark..London..England
Date: 15 Oct 02 - 06:50 PM

Thanx Amos,

Heres hoping some others of you might like to give this lovely little poem a listen to.....I think its qiute haunting,but its great fun to hear..

Regards..

Jim Clark...

Subject: RE: Monkeys by Padraic Colum (sound poem)
From: Amos
Date: 15 Oct 02 - 11:23 AM

Sweet and sharp! Thanks very much for posting it.

A

Subject: Lyr Add: MONKEYS (Padraic Colum - sound poem)
From: GUEST,Jim Clark..London..England
Date: 15 Oct 02 - 10:31 AM

Heres a truly enchanting poem by Irish poet Padraic Colum.....if you've ever seen monkeys being sold in a petshop window (such a bloody cruel thing) you will know what he is getting at in this sad heartwrenching little poem......of course the poem also alludes to how we all cling to the ones we love in this life without who'm we'd be equaly lost......You can hear this unique sound poem presentation plus many other sound poems and unique music recordings at the "acoustic musicians and poets sound archive"..heres the link to the page with the sound file of this poem..
Monkeys by Padraic Colum 1871 - 1971 (musical sound poem)


Regards.

Jim Clark

All rights reserved on this sound recording/copyright/patent Jim Clark 2002

Monkeys

Two little creatures
with faces the size of
a pair of pennies
are clasping each other
"Ah do not leave me"
One says to the other
in the high monkey -
cage in the beast shop
there are no people
to gape at them now
for people are loth
peer in the dimness
have they not builded
streets and playhouses
sky sign and bars
to lose the lonlieness
shaking the hearts
of the two little monkeys

Yes,but who watches
the penny small faces
can hear the voices
"Ah do not leave me
suck i wil give you
warmth and clasping
and if you slip from
this beam can never
find you again

Dim is the evening
and chill is the weather
there drawn from their coloured
hemisphere
the apes lilliputian
with faces the size of
a pair of pennies
and voices as low as
the flow of my blood