The song has often been said to reference Emily Dickinson but, though there is a good chance that that claim is spurious, I am including it on the Sunday Service because it is just too damn beautiful not to. Plus, it's not like Mr. Simon is above referencing the Bard of Amherst (yeah, that's right - Bard).
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FOR EMILY, WHENEVER I MAY FIND HER
What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways
As I walked on
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand
And when I awoke
and felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
with my grateful tears
Oh, I love you, girl
Oh, I love you
Paul Simon
back-alley house--
thrust out, swaying
plum in bloom
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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4 comments:
I remember sitting in my room in the dark listening to this song as a teenager and dreaming of finding a love for myself that could produce a song like this one. Thank you Don.
Rehn
Love this song, the artists so much.
Thanks for the treat, Don. Takes me back to a time and place of dreams...
Cheers, Rehn - somehow we always seem to listen to this song alone.
Always a pleasure, Mary.
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