Poetry & Song

Voices of the Air

But then there comes that moment rare When, for no cause that I can find, The little voices of the air Sound above all the sea and wind.

The sea and wind do then obey And sighing, sighing double notes Of double basses, content to play A droning chord for the little throats—

The little throats that sing and rise Up into the light with lovely ease And a kind of magical, sweet surprise To hear and know themselves for these—

For these little voices: the bee, the fly, The leaf that taps, the pod that breaks, The breeze on the grass-tops bending by, The shrill quick sound that the insect makes.

Katherine Mansfield 1880-1923

Indian Summer

In youth, it was a way I had To do my best to please, And change, with every passing lad To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know, And do the things I do; And if you do not like me so, To hell, my love, with you!

Dorothy Parker 1893-1967

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The World

Come out, come out, whoever you are There is nothing to fear in me A son can only hide so long It’s not as dark as it used to be

Everybody loves you Everyone who matters Even if their heart’s gone missing They care, they’re in there somewhere

And the world will come around The world will come around I know you can’t see it now The world’s gonna come around

Wake up, old man, your daughter’s crying She’s the same little girl you raised Your son is shining bright for you What you see is the man you made

Everybody loves you Everyone who matters Even if their heart’s gone missing They care, they’re in there somewhere

And the world will come around The world will come around At your feet there is a common ground The hands will drop the stones Hey, love, “to each his own” I know you can’t see it now, But the world’s gonna come around

I’ll carry your love You carry mine Trade your burden of a secret For your peace of mind

And the world will come around The world will come around I know you can’t see it now, But I believe, the world’s gonna come around

Heather Little Lindale