04/05/12

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  1. Um tributo do Lou ao Delmore.

    My house
    The image of the poet's in the breeze
    Canadian geese are flying above the trees
    A mist is hanging gently on the lake
    My house is very beautiful at night

    My friend and teacher occupies a spare room
    He's dead -- at peace at last the Wandering Jew
    Other friends has put stones on his grave
    He was the first great man that I had ever met

    Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board
    To dial a spirit -- across the room it soared
    We were happy and amazes at what we saw
    Blazing stood the proud and regal name Delmore

    Delmore, I missed all your funny ways
    I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said
    My Dedalus to your Bloom
    Was such a perfect wit
    And to find you in my house
    Makes things perfect

    I really got a lucky life
    My writhing, my motorcycle and my wife
    And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry
    Is living in this stone and wood house with me

    The image of the poet's in the breeze
    Canadian geese are flying above the trees
    A mist is hanging gently on the lake
    Our house is very beautiful at night

    http://youtu.be/yYq2kPjdBDw

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