A Comment On 2 Songs By Gary Grimshaw
A comment on 2 songs by Gary Grimshaw
I heard your song, my son
so clear and yet so lonely in the night.
The enchantment of its melancholy beauty
Transported me through space and time to moon-lit waters of a blue lagoon.
In the quiet of the night, a golden maiden
played a dulcimer. A nightingale
sang a song of youth and beauty
that stirred my senses with such violence
as to test the very sinews that bound me to my reason.
I was once again the young King in the
timeless land.
The golden maiden was my queen.
Though now, we are as strangers when
we meet,
I understand that you are different
from the rest.
In the quiet of the night, when the beauty
of your song stirs my heart,
My lonely soul cries out to you, my son,
----for understanding.
Louis J. Cleage, M.D.
Detroit 3/27/67
(note: the "2 songs by Gary Grimshaw" appeared in WORK/4, published by the Artists' Workshop Press/Detroit)
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