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The Poetry Of.
Deborah Rey...............................................

THE VIOLIN THAT ONCE

The violin that once through Tara's hall
The soul of peace did shed,
Now sees a child roam Tara's halls,
In search of what once she had.
So cries the pain of former days,
So bleeds the heart each day
For those that gave their tend'rest love
But died; far, far away.
No longer music will be played
The violin no more swells,
The chord of tears that breaks the night
A tale of horror tells.
And peace the child but seldom knows,
The only song she gives,
Is one that tells what once she knew,
To show that still she lives.





Swan Song

Maybe it is true
that every poem
that I write will be
my swan song,

yes,

maybe it is true
and yet, I write
this poem and
perhaps, no,

certainly

another one, because if it were
true that this one
will be my last,

then how -
in heaven's name -
did Anna Pavlova
dance the song
of a Dying Swan
so many, countless
times,

made it immortal and sang
her own, real Swan Song
when she succumbed
to an - at the time -
mortal pneumonia?

If it is true that
every poem that I
write may be - who
knows? -

my Swan Song,
I'll take that chance,
keep tempting Fate
and simply go on
writing them until
I have to sing that
final song,

become a Dying Swan
and
go beyond.





Yellow Crane

Seagulls on a yellow crane.
Seagulls, coming in for a landing
on a yellow crane.
Construction of
'The Peaceful Paradise'.

How many storeys? do I ask.
No more than four, he says and,
quietly admiring,
we watch the crane
swing right to left to right,
dropping liquid concrete,
exchanging money for
a luxurious new Residence.

Yellow cranes can topple.
Did you know, that
yellow cranes can fall?
This one did.
Chasing the seagulls,
it toppled, in slow motion,
right onto the neatly paved
pedestrian lane towards the beach.

Seagulls on a yellow crane.
Seagulls, coming in for a landing
on yet another yellow crane.
A newer, stronger one, they say.
We'll never be as poor
as we are now, said the father
of the child that died.
A little girl,
crushed by the yellow crane.




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