my lady saw me weep: words

my lady saw me weep

awash with empty sorrow

nothing she had done or said

nothing she could do or say

nothing she could ease or soothe

nothing she could give or take away

my lady saw me weep

I eat and sleep of nights

I veg and watch TV

couch maniac and sex potato

I’ll probably live a little yet

life’s knocked the stuffing out of me

the straw man has become the man of spam

not defeated yet but giving ground

to gain an inch I have to fight a mile

a coward spoiling for a fight

so much is wrong and I

am tired and uninspired to put it right

a many splintered thing is misery

and so I float

light as a ghost

nobody does sad like me

 

kind words and happy endings get me

going everytime

so many have just cause to cry

so much of grief that all

human tears were far too dry

so tongue in cheek,  I

slyly peep

smile the melancholic

crocodile

 

old head on young shoulders

young mind in an old frame

the pristine and decrepit

co-mingled middle age

my lady saw me weep

awash with empty sorrow

nothing she had done or said

nothing she could do or say

nothing she could ease or soothe

nothing she could give or take away

my lady saw me weep

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“If I should ever…”

I must have come across this poem when I was in my very early twenties.  I haven’t any clear recollection other than I found it immediately captivating…and I had a tune for it almost as I read. 

If I Should Ever by Chance

If I should ever by chance grow rich
I’ll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,
Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,
And let them all to my elder daughter.
The rent I shall ask of her will be only
Each year’s first violets, white and lonely,
The first primroses and orchises –
She must find them before I do, that is.
But if she finds a blossom on furze
Without rent they shall all for ever be hers,
Whenever I am sufficiently rich;
Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,
Roses, Pyrgo and Lapwater, –
I shall give them all to my elder daughter.

                                                  Edward Thomas

Before I started putting this post together I hunted around on the net for some analysis of this poem… Continue reading