and her yellow music caught in the throat of birds
I waited a minute on the wind,
on your roof, outside.
She had been awaiting me in the middle of the day,
having come warm over those seas to find me
high over the little streams and the lakes
she came
and she playing,
and she jumping.
Crying and talking in my ear.
She had carried her warm music over those streams
and over the frail blue flowers that grow on the lakeside.
And you were sleeping soundly.
I left you, I left the city for a little time.
I left the noise of the city, to wait on
the little breeze to bring me news.
and her yellow music caught in the throat of birds
agus a ceol buí a thógail i scornach na h’éanaithe.
And her yellow music caught in the throat of birds was published in a collection Cycles (Lapwing Press, 2013)
Christine Murray
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Most beautiful — is it a Celtic myth?
Murray is such a wonderful poet! I had been preparing a lesson on Hopkins when I found this post, so I had been prepared. The delicacy of vision is unique in its compositional strength: tensile comes to mind. The movement of sense down the lines takes one up and down and in with gentle firm urgency. Woven of pronouns, the sound blends voices yet is one continuous streaming. The precision of the awareness is caught up in the double-voiced ” caught.”
As a poet, Murray contains worlds. This one belongs here. Stare’s Nest like Murray’s great archival websites have become homes for a revived sense of vocation for many of us. I hope to do my part at musisamicus.com
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A recent republication of ‘and her yellow music caught in the throat of birds’ at ‘The Stare’s Nest’
Thanks Tom and Mandy. I have just reblogged. Special thanks to Judi.
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