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Weve had a few requests for the original poem from which the Blackbird lyric is derived. Here you go. I Would That Wings of Blackbirds… There is no rush to the song of a black thrush Chortling good-naturedly on a dewy Streatham dawn. Its richness is inviting; its fruitiness delighting; I listen and I meditate according to the song Of an amiable blackbird, once hated for waking me, But now its song keeps taking me from high society qualm To blissed participation in its morning salutation: My nightingale lieutenant; my Aesculus alarm. I warm to the suspicious spy of your orange-circled eye Whenever I see you splash in a muddy Brockwell plash. I laugh at the dexterity of your hunger’s probing beak, So many earthworms does it see, and many does it seek. And as my summers thicken with fears that you are gone My happiness is your return as my Decembers dawn. I quicken to your singing from a giant chestnut tree. O chanteur high above my reach I look, I slightly see Silhouetted genius in low midwinter sun; My sorrow at the summer gone within your winter song undone. Oh singer of my favourite tune, Garfunkel of the leaves, Herald to each day I’m born, my cantor as I cleave, Come, slip into the shadow of a life that slowly steals. Be the song to the eternity I pitch among your peals. Whistle to me even when sad survivors keen. I would that wings of blackbirds would sing me to my dreams. David McAlmont. 2012
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 16:19:00 +0000

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